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Due to all the current political goings on regarding EDEN/PHOENIX I thought I might take a break from it all and give everyone something to enjoy. It also gives a little of how I feel about our recent congress elections and the result that us True Blue Aussies got from the election.

As the final line ends is exactly how I feel right now.


Before you read please take a moment to open your mind and let creativity flow.



The wind blew cold down the alley way creating a simple whistling. There was silence until the creak of a door broke the almost mysterious silence. The door slammed shut, shattering the dark nights stillness. Loud footsteps echoed up and down the alley way. You stand there cold and alone. Your heart begins to beat faster as the clacking of the shoes on the cement approaches. Your hand begins to shake in your pocket and you hold tightly onto an object. You can feel sweat gathering on your forehead, regardless of the cold night. You see a black figure which you can just make out as being human appear alarmingly close to you. The figure has its arm snaking into its pocket.

"About time you get here." The figure says with a deep and cold voice.
"Sorry." You stutter back. Your heart is now raging in your chest, the sweat is unbearable.
"Got the parcel?" The figure demands with a sense of urgency.
"Yeah." You manage to say, at that moment your hand becomes aware of the tiny parcel, roughly wrapped in paper in your pocket.
"Where is my 'parcel'?" You ask, with a fake self confidence in your voice.
"You'll get it when you get it." The figure laughed back. Suddenly there was a burst of light nearby and the screaming of sirens erupted to life.
The figure vanished down the alley way into the night. You turn towards the light and sirens, you see police cars accelerating fast towards you. You panic and run into a gap against the wall afraid the cars might hit you.
The cars screech to a halt just in front of you, red and blue lights blaring away. The thud of doors encourages you to step into the alley way again.
"Crap, we lost him." A man says to you. You notice he is wearing plain clothes but has a heavy duty belt around his waste with a fire arm and radio attached.
"Better luck next time detective." He says.



Thank you for reading!

Flatty