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The Hunt

by James Boyt

Patiently, he waited; his prey would happen by soon enough, and he would be ready. As he listened in the silence, he could hear his own pulse, his heart beating furiously as the blood raced around his body. His excitement continued to rise and he nearly stumbled from his hiding place. He had been bested too many times in his young life, and he wasn’t about to let it happen again. A rustle in the undergrowth, a sharp intake of breath; this time he would be victorious. He screamed as he leapt out, relished the shock on his sister’s face, laughed hysterically as she fell on her backside – “Tag, you’re it!”

6S

James Boyt is a 31-year-old IT worker, who firmly believes that, despite lack of ideas and motivation (not to mention talent), that bestselling novel is living inside him somewhere, if he can just find someone to write it for him.

8 comments:

Quin said...

great fun in this... when you find that novel, see if mine is nearby, would you?

Madam Z said...

Well, James, your writing is super, but your brotherly love needs some work! Why don't you ask your poor little sister to write your novel for you? Or is she still in a coma?

If so, I'll take a stab at it. "Tag, you're it!"

Bob Jacobs said...

Hi, Boytie :-)

Congrats. But sisters always get the last laugh.

Cheers,
Rob

Linda said...

Fun piece, James. I was waiting for a mountain lion to spring from behind. Super 6S. Peace...

ionplayer said...

Nice one Boytie - sums up the human condition pretty well!

--Ian

Jamie said...

Yes, sisters always get the last laugh. Mine is older than me and would still beat the crap out of me if she could!


Thanks, all, for the kind comments.

Look out for more on 27/11!

:o)

Loobell said...

This made me laugh out loud
Thank you.

Jamie said...

No, thank you, Loobell!
:o)