A story

This is something I wrote out of the blue....

Actually this is something I am about to write with no planning what so ever!

I feel like making a story... but with no 'pre-thought'... no plot, no clue of the personality of my characters... I am inventing all of this as I write... It's like a band performing a jam... But instead of music, I am using words and my inventive mind...

Here it goes:

One day in the city, little John Pewlett was strolling down the same old road. His head was facing the ground and he seemed a bit melancholic... He went along the side walk, untill he reached the crossroads...

He always turned backward at this point... It was the limit of his usual walk, he never wanted to chang course, or know another path... Unlike his grnadfather, who loves to travel to new places and know everything about this world , Johnny Pewlett seemed like he never wanted to change his routine...

Today, however, he was feeling anxious... He stopped at the crossroads, as usual... but he didn't turn back... he just walked 'till the very center of the cross and sat... Right above a sewer plate....

I guess that now my previous pespective about his feelings was wrong... He didn't seem so melancholic... he seemed... more... pensive... He was debating something in his mind...

Suddenly he took of the sewer plate and went down the ladder... I was alarmed, I have never seen him do something like that... I wanted to investigate... I put up my "Closed" sign in my Newspaper stand... (I hope that that brat Emanuel won't go there steal magazines again... I am so sick of that boy...)

So I followed Pewlett down to the sewers... The stench was unbareable... After 10 minutes of walking silently behind Johnny, I saw him climbing a ladder... I was in awe...

I yelled: "Wait! Johnny!" He had already surfaced.... When I came up the hole I recognized the area... It was the city's slums... How could have little Johnny Pewlett have come here? Why did he come here? He always said that he hated the slums... he always seemed so afraid...

He helped me stand up.

"Why did you come here Johnny?"

"I was tired... tired of the same thing... I know that this doesn't sound like me... but I coulnd't stand walking that path again... But .. I never knew witch way to turn on those crossroads... So I came down here and randomly chose a ladder to go up... And now I am here on this dreadful place..."

"Calm down Johnny... Come on, I will accompany you home"

".... I don't want to go home... I want to be in another place... another reality... something so new, that not even my grandfather will be albe to travel to!... I just want to live in a place where there is just me and a whole new world..."

hmmm okay I guess I'm done.. Ladies and gentlemen, this is a story that I just improvised... Everything that popped in my head was immediately inserted... I hope you liked it :) Please remember: It was all IMPROVISED AT THE SECOND!

I'm peculiar

--Double A