[Yet again, I have been seriously neglecting my blog. Something that was once such a big part of my life has slowly seemed to fade into the background.

I'm not going to apologise because that isn't going to change anything. Instead, I would like to tell you a story. It didn't happen in real life or anything and it's not going to be my greatest work but I'm feeling creative. Here's the rules. I have 30 minutes or 500 words,  depending on which occurs first. In that time, I have to at least start something I may come back to as time goes on. It gives me something to do as time goes on. If anybody would like to give this a try, feel free. You can send it to me and I can even post it for you if you so desire.]

It was a warm summer afternoon. I was laying by the pool, minding my own business, feeling the scorching sun beating down on my skin. The resort was quiet and all the screaming children who usually splash about in the water were absent. I hadn't noticed any difference. I was face down with my headphones in, drowsily listening to the music pumping through my headphones. I began to feel dripping water on my feet and calves. I flicked it off my feet and sighed, thinking it was just Jake walking by. The water continued to drip, drip drip. I took one headphone out and, without even opening my eyes muttered, "Quit it, you're soaking me." No reply.
The water continued to drip, slowly making it's way up my legs until I felt droplets on my lower back. At this, I lifted my head and looked over my shoulder, feeling a shadow over me. "Babe, you're blocking the sun." I said. Still no reply. A few seconds went by and then the water started dripping again, continuing it's way up my spine as I saw the shadow creeping over my bronze skin. At this, I flipped over on the sunbed, yanking out the other earphone and propping myself up on my elbows as I squinted into the sun.

Leaning over me was not Jake, Angela or Peter. The man who lurched for me was one I had never recognised before. Before I could open my mouth to scream, a gloved hand covered my mouth and a cloth bag bag slid over my head. As he took his hand away to tie up the bag, I began to thrash and wriggle, yelling and screaming as the figure struggled to lift me up. My foot landed hard against what I can only guess was his stomach as he lurched back and away from me, expelling a loud puff of air as he went.

I took my opportunity, struggling with the ropes on the bag as I stood up from the bed. As I pulled the bag from my face, I took a look at the man. He lived in the apartment next to ours, a native of the country we were vacationing in. I dropped the bag to the floor and turned to run but he caught me by the wrist as I swivelled. In a swift movement, I had me on the floor, hands behind me with his boot resting in the small of my back. I began to scream but, before the sound could escape, he shifted his weight, pushing down on my spine with his shoe. I began to wriggle free but, before I had maven two inches, the bag was back over my head, the ropes threatening to strangle me with one wrong move. I felt a sharp pain at the back of my head before the bright sun, hazy through the canvas of the bag faded to dark and I felt another dripping, this time, warm and thick. Blood.

[Afternote: So i got 501 words down in 26 minutes. If you're interested, please do give it a try. You may even enjoy yourself! Keep looking out for another instalment.]