Its bin a week now
Im having exams so i cant spend a whole lot of time online ,i just try to chat and blog as fast as i can, een if im not doin a whole lot of the latter. Im thinking of writing a book-anybody got any ideas?Tell u what,lets do this Linux style:I post an idea, maybe a chapter or even just a paragraph, Ill keep on adding paras whenever I come online, and if anyone who sees it likes it then they can mail me at iamngp@hotmal.com or at tdi13in @yahoo.com. So here goes


The Star
He'd been hearing it for a month now.
The noise was always the same, a perfect banshee wailing.Perfectly natural...if he were a psychopath or had some sort of dark secrets.But he wasn't.He was perfectly normal.He was a man who made rational decisions and stuck to them.He thought over his actions.Why,hang it all, he'd been succesful in just about everything he'd put his mind into. He'd just married his third millionare wife...and just as soon buried her.

It was ridiculous. He wasn't, for example, that kid who kept house for him and always complained of something or the other. How these servants complained. About nothing, really. He had given the kid everything. He'd taken him from his parents who were from some Indian slum in one of their hugely congested cities, he'd taught him English and gave him food and even got the doctor to look after him when he was sick. He'd even paid his dirty snivelling parents enough money to pay off all their debts when he took the kid. But look at what happened now. The kid had all of a sudden turned psychopathic, calling him evil, a murderer.

Richie knew better than to let it worry him,but it did. He couldn't explain it.
THat's what made him worry. Kind of a paradox,yes, that.Worrying about not being able to explain why he was worried. Anyway. He decided to forget about it and go out for dinner. Maybe at some posh place. Atleast, somewhere were the bara was separate from the restaurant. He didn't think there was any such place in Kreall "City".He'd have to go the next town. All the better, he thought. Atleast it would take his mind off that awful noise. Too bad it only existed at the back of his head.