Youngest : 01 - War of our Worlds (m+/m)
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01 - War of our Worlds
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By Youngest
Tuesday, November 9th 2004 - 11:20:35 PM
War of our Worlds
Growing up in the suburbs as a little kid; there is not much to look forward too or be proud of, except your friends and the little street or caldisac (sp?) you live in, naturally whenever kids from another little neighborhood would taunt us or make fun of one of our own, we would organize a war. When I say "we" I mean the guys only, all the girls always got along, except for the few Tom-Boys. I have a memory of this story, though I do not remember dialog all that well, I will fill in the blanks as best as I can. Enough rambling, time for the story.
I looked out my bedroom morning, it was 7 am on Saturday, and already the boys were gathering around Justin. Justin was the oldest boy in the neighborhod at 14, at the time, I was merely 10 and the youngest, at least the youngest who hung out with Justin, mostly because I was his cousin. I hopped out of bed and got dressed before shoving a pop-tart down my throat and making my way to the meeting.
Justin was waiting for me. As soon as I got there he began to speak.
"Yesterday 3 boys from Galrand Lane chased Tommy all the way home, wanting to steal his birthday money. I have already talked to Drake about it, and he proposed we settled this over a war. The war starts in 15 minutes. The war this time will be a brawl. The only weapons allowed are cap guns and we are gonna throw kick balls at them. Does everyone get it?"
We all said yes and then went to the field where we set up a "base" with fallen tree trunks and wagons and such.
Some of you may be wondering why our parents would let us do this. First of all, they all worked all the time, and they were happy that we were looking after each other. The worst that ever happened was a broken arm, and that was only once. They saw it as childs play.
Once the other team waved there flag and we waved ours the war began. I ran onto the field, eager to begin playing I had a kick ball in my hand, no one on our team had a cap gun, they were pointless, but the other team did. The caps didn't really hurt, but they did if they were close enough. We played for about an hour and a half, and I got hit very little, we were having a lot of fun. Finally, I was trying to get around them so I could bombard them on the other side. As I kept my eyes on the melee I didn't realise what was going on behind me. A strong hand grabbed my arm and pulled me saying "Hey Jon, look what I got!!!" I turned around to look at who had seized me, it was a blond boy who was at least 2 years older than me, he dragged me to a kid who looked roughly the same age.
"Good Job Cal, let's take him to Drake."
I began to scream for help, but they clamped a hand over my mouth.
I was carried to their camp which was in the shallow end of the woods, a boy with longish red hair sat next to a bag, he was wearing a green shirt and pair of shorts, and hiking boots.
"Drake! Look what we caught!" said Cal.
The boy looked at me. Then, he said with a slight Irish accent, "He's a runt that one is. You did a good thing Cal and Jon, you can each take these balls" he said as he threw them a couple of well pumped kick balls each. He then turned his attention on me.
"You boy, are there any others your age?"
"No, I am the youngest," I replied. My captor smiled.
"Alright boys, don't capture anyone else, I only want the young ones spared. You are dismissed." The two boys walked away.
Drake tied me to a chair with a coil of rope he got from his backpack which was next to him. Then he asked me questions. I answered them all truthfully, telling him my name and relation to Justin. I then realised he wasn't gonna let me go, so I started pleading for my freedom. He eventually told me to shove a sock in it and pulled a gray, wool sock out of his bookbag and into my mouth, then he tied a cloth around it and sent a message to Justin through one of the neutral people. News came back later that Justin had forfeited the war in order to save me. Drake called him a fool and brought me all tied up to his clubhouse. I was held captive for another few hours before I was finally freed.
I hope you liked it, I will be glad to post more on demand.
Youngest (formerly known as 4th)
USA
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Youngest's stories
Index of all stories in the "Archive for Everyone" section
01 - War of our Worlds
Story index at the bottom
By Youngest
Tuesday, November 9th 2004 - 11:20:35 PM
War of our Worlds
Growing up in the suburbs as a little kid; there is not much to look forward too or be proud of, except your friends and the little street or caldisac (sp?) you live in, naturally whenever kids from another little neighborhood would taunt us or make fun of one of our own, we would organize a war. When I say "we" I mean the guys only, all the girls always got along, except for the few Tom-Boys. I have a memory of this story, though I do not remember dialog all that well, I will fill in the blanks as best as I can. Enough rambling, time for the story.
I looked out my bedroom morning, it was 7 am on Saturday, and already the boys were gathering around Justin. Justin was the oldest boy in the neighborhod at 14, at the time, I was merely 10 and the youngest, at least the youngest who hung out with Justin, mostly because I was his cousin. I hopped out of bed and got dressed before shoving a pop-tart down my throat and making my way to the meeting.
Justin was waiting for me. As soon as I got there he began to speak.
"Yesterday 3 boys from Galrand Lane chased Tommy all the way home, wanting to steal his birthday money. I have already talked to Drake about it, and he proposed we settled this over a war. The war starts in 15 minutes. The war this time will be a brawl. The only weapons allowed are cap guns and we are gonna throw kick balls at them. Does everyone get it?"
We all said yes and then went to the field where we set up a "base" with fallen tree trunks and wagons and such.
Some of you may be wondering why our parents would let us do this. First of all, they all worked all the time, and they were happy that we were looking after each other. The worst that ever happened was a broken arm, and that was only once. They saw it as childs play.
Once the other team waved there flag and we waved ours the war began. I ran onto the field, eager to begin playing I had a kick ball in my hand, no one on our team had a cap gun, they were pointless, but the other team did. The caps didn't really hurt, but they did if they were close enough. We played for about an hour and a half, and I got hit very little, we were having a lot of fun. Finally, I was trying to get around them so I could bombard them on the other side. As I kept my eyes on the melee I didn't realise what was going on behind me. A strong hand grabbed my arm and pulled me saying "Hey Jon, look what I got!!!" I turned around to look at who had seized me, it was a blond boy who was at least 2 years older than me, he dragged me to a kid who looked roughly the same age.
"Good Job Cal, let's take him to Drake."
I began to scream for help, but they clamped a hand over my mouth.
I was carried to their camp which was in the shallow end of the woods, a boy with longish red hair sat next to a bag, he was wearing a green shirt and pair of shorts, and hiking boots.
"Drake! Look what we caught!" said Cal.
The boy looked at me. Then, he said with a slight Irish accent, "He's a runt that one is. You did a good thing Cal and Jon, you can each take these balls" he said as he threw them a couple of well pumped kick balls each. He then turned his attention on me.
"You boy, are there any others your age?"
"No, I am the youngest," I replied. My captor smiled.
"Alright boys, don't capture anyone else, I only want the young ones spared. You are dismissed." The two boys walked away.
Drake tied me to a chair with a coil of rope he got from his backpack which was next to him. Then he asked me questions. I answered them all truthfully, telling him my name and relation to Justin. I then realised he wasn't gonna let me go, so I started pleading for my freedom. He eventually told me to shove a sock in it and pulled a gray, wool sock out of his bookbag and into my mouth, then he tied a cloth around it and sent a message to Justin through one of the neutral people. News came back later that Justin had forfeited the war in order to save me. Drake called him a fool and brought me all tied up to his clubhouse. I was held captive for another few hours before I was finally freed.
I hope you liked it, I will be glad to post more on demand.
Youngest (formerly known as 4th)
USA
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Youngest's stories
- 01 - War of our Worlds (m+/m)
- 02 - Alliances (m+/mm)
Index of all stories in the "Archive for Everyone" section