I'll post a chapter a day, so keep up. I'll go ahead and apoligize in advance for typoes and mispeling - i'm not that great at catching either. Also, let me know what you think! I'd love to hear new ideas and criticism. History on Me (haha that rhymes):
I have been writing for a VERY LONG TIME. My friend and I write mostly fiction (fan and original). This is one of our earliest writings, but is still a fun read. Hope you enjoy!!
'Napped at Night Book 1 of Abducted Adventures
OVERVIEW: Will we ever get home?
The full moon shone as Brooke and Sarah waited for their parents to return in their separate homes. During a less than five-minute period, the unthinkable happens. Kidnapped they are led from their homes to an underground railroad and beyond. They must outsmart evil and learn to trust God if there is even a glimmer of hope that they will get back home. Friendships will be tested, plans will be executed, and adventure will be on every page of this exciting modern fiction novel. So join the gang on an adventure to Wyoming and afar in ‘Napped at Night.
Prologue
“Hey, Brooke, look at this,” Sarah Spradlin said, pointing to small display on the wall. “It’s missing papers… You know, for kids that have been kidnapped.”
“Wow, look at this one. This girl was kidnapped last year – Ruth. She was only thirteen…,” Brooke replied, showing her best friend an older file paper. Sarah and Brooke continued looking at the papers, each one worse than the other. Some of the posters were years old and others had been posted only a few days earlier.
“Oh! No! Brooke, look,” Sarah said touching the display.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Brooke said in disbelief, “Jordan Whitfield; twelve years of age; dark brown hair and about 5’.”
Chapter 1
Eleven-year old Brooke’s parents were gone from home. Her Dad was working late again and her Mama had to go to Jenkin’s Supermarket to get some milk for the next morning. Brooke, her seven-year-old brother Lane, and her dog, Biscuit, were telling scary stories with all of the lights in the house turned off. Only their bright LED flashlights were on.
“And then the ghost rattles at the door,” Lane was telling, being quite suspenseful.
“Hush, I think I heard something,” Brooke whispered.
“Yes! I scared you that time!” Lane yelled victoriously.
“No, Lane, STOP!” Brooke said, exasperated. Then there was a noise. The two siblings and Biscuit heard it. The overly protective dog started barking madly. Brooke grabbed the phone and dialed 911, but it was too late. As the number reached the station, two men had already broken in. Brooke screamed as one of the men grabbed the phone from her hand and pressed the “End” button. They snatched Brooke and Lane and said, “Ok, get what you can carry and we have to go.” They shoved them hard toward the ground. As Brooke came back up, she saw, with her flashlight still on, what they looked like. One of the men was short, with black hair and a very short mustache. The other one was very tall (about 5.9) and had long, brown hair. Then Brooke hurried and packed what she wanted. In her backpack, she got these things:
- A pencil
- Her journal
- Water
- Pictures of her friends and family
- A little food
She was about to go to her Dad’s closet when the longhaired man spotted her. He jerked her toward him again and said, “Don’t you go trying to escape, girl.”
“Hey Martin, come in here a minute, she is not going to go anywhere without her brother,” The other guy called. When the so-called Martin guy went away, Brooke headed again toward the closet. As she walked away, she could hear what the conversation was about. Lane and the shorter kidnapper were trying to pick which stuffed animal he should bring.
“I don’t care!” Martin blasted angrily.
Brooke reached the closet and grinned. Under her things, so the kidnappers wouldn’t see it, she hid a pistol and bullets. She knew it was illegal for a child to carry a gun, but she wouldn’t be in trouble because, hey, who was kidnapping? Then she went back to Lane’s room and begged for Biscuit to come with them. When they finally agreed, Brooke put Biscuit on a leash and packed her a toy and food in her backpack.
“Hey Martin!” The other guy said.
“What, Chris?” Martin snapped.
“I see headlights in the driveway.” Chris answered nervously.
“I wouldn’t be surprised,” Brooke continued when they turned to her. “My Mom just went down the road to get some milk.”
“Ok, we have to go NOW!” Martin said. He pointed to the broken, kitchen window and pulled a gun at the three innocents. Brooke carried Biscuit and walked through the broken window, careful not to get cut by the sharp, broken glass. When she was through, she helped her brother. They tore down the back deck.
“I’m home,” They could hear Mom calling; rustling the grocery bag the milk was in. The group stopped outside and Chris, the shorter kidnapper, clapped his hand over
Brooke and Lane’s mouth and said quietly, “If you scream, you’re dead.” As they ran away with Martin and Chris, they could hear Mom scream and cry.
Further away, on the other side of the state, Brooke’s best-friend Sarah, was about to endure the same thing.