Post by Stripes on Apr 18, 2009 2:05:05 GMT
One of my many problems when writing is that I switch from past tense to present tense to past tense again. I am debating which way I should go. Here is the first part of story is present tense. Read all of it and ignore spelling mistakes.
Manchester’s Secret
Manchester United has just won, 3-1, against Chelsea. The fans cheer, shout and sing in joy, dancing around with their noisemakers along the aisles. Most people left, rushing to see the team leave the stadium, waiting for hours. James, a tall, pale skin fellow with red curly hair and brown eyes also waits. Expect James waits differently; he waits inside an air vent.
James is a very devoted fan. He buys season tickets every year and watches every home game. His trivia of every team player since 1985 (the year he was born) is outstanding and he buys every merchandise he can get his hands on. Unfortunately, this isn’t enough for James, he needs something more personal from the team.
Every since James was eighteen, he has been stealing from the Manchester United team. The routine goes along like this: James hides in one particular men’s washroom that is never busy due to its popularity of breaking down. After a couple of hours, the players have left, the janitors are done cleaning and any extra workers have headed home, in which the excitement begins. James, once working in the stadium as a sercitey guard during his college years, knows all the little secret hallways, paths and stairs to take to avoid any cameras. The hallway to the teams locker room is heavily watched with cameras. James keeps his back along wall as he slips under the cameras. Once in the locker room, James unlocks the lockers with the classic hairpin. Yes, James is a very snecky man and has gotten away with it for seven years. Unknown to James, this night won’t be as smooth as before.
On this particular night, James is happily fiddling around in Wayne Rooney’s locker, looking for anything that he can take home that won’t be noticed missing. Debating if he should take a towel with Wayne’s sweat on it, James suddenly hears footsteps outside the door. As he listens closely aginst the exit door, he notices the steps coming towards the room. In a panic, James quickly closes the locker shut and hides in the shower room with the towel still in his hand. The door open and two big muscular men (dragging another man) enter the room. A dark skin, 5 ft 9 man with short black hair and wearing a long black coat walks in behind.
“Silly boy” says a soft voice from the 5 ft 9 man.
“I pay you good money to throw the match when you play against my team. Yet you scored two of the three goals in tonight’s game.”
The man being held started to beg, “I am sorry, I am sorry, you must understand!”
“SHUT UP! NO ONE TRIES TO CON JOSE MOURINHO!”
Jose walks to the exit and turns around “My two Spanish friends will teach you a couple of new moves.”
Snapping his figures as Jose leaves the room, the two big men begin to laugh.
Manchester’s Secret
Manchester United has just won, 3-1, against Chelsea. The fans cheer, shout and sing in joy, dancing around with their noisemakers along the aisles. Most people left, rushing to see the team leave the stadium, waiting for hours. James, a tall, pale skin fellow with red curly hair and brown eyes also waits. Expect James waits differently; he waits inside an air vent.
James is a very devoted fan. He buys season tickets every year and watches every home game. His trivia of every team player since 1985 (the year he was born) is outstanding and he buys every merchandise he can get his hands on. Unfortunately, this isn’t enough for James, he needs something more personal from the team.
Every since James was eighteen, he has been stealing from the Manchester United team. The routine goes along like this: James hides in one particular men’s washroom that is never busy due to its popularity of breaking down. After a couple of hours, the players have left, the janitors are done cleaning and any extra workers have headed home, in which the excitement begins. James, once working in the stadium as a sercitey guard during his college years, knows all the little secret hallways, paths and stairs to take to avoid any cameras. The hallway to the teams locker room is heavily watched with cameras. James keeps his back along wall as he slips under the cameras. Once in the locker room, James unlocks the lockers with the classic hairpin. Yes, James is a very snecky man and has gotten away with it for seven years. Unknown to James, this night won’t be as smooth as before.
On this particular night, James is happily fiddling around in Wayne Rooney’s locker, looking for anything that he can take home that won’t be noticed missing. Debating if he should take a towel with Wayne’s sweat on it, James suddenly hears footsteps outside the door. As he listens closely aginst the exit door, he notices the steps coming towards the room. In a panic, James quickly closes the locker shut and hides in the shower room with the towel still in his hand. The door open and two big muscular men (dragging another man) enter the room. A dark skin, 5 ft 9 man with short black hair and wearing a long black coat walks in behind.
“Silly boy” says a soft voice from the 5 ft 9 man.
“I pay you good money to throw the match when you play against my team. Yet you scored two of the three goals in tonight’s game.”
The man being held started to beg, “I am sorry, I am sorry, you must understand!”
“SHUT UP! NO ONE TRIES TO CON JOSE MOURINHO!”
Jose walks to the exit and turns around “My two Spanish friends will teach you a couple of new moves.”
Snapping his figures as Jose leaves the room, the two big men begin to laugh.