This is an idea for part of the 1st chapter of the story i mentioned in my earlier post.

Chapter 1. The hunt

My Raspy breath quickens. My heart pounds faster, harder, louder than my feet. I’m never going to make it; I’m too slow, no. They are too fast!  I push myself as hard as I can to push myself forward. If it hadn’t been the noise of my feet fleeing from their pursuit, it was surely the blood my heart was trying so desperately to pump fast enough. I know I’m pushing too hard. My lungs burn, my thighs ache, and I can hear my pulse beating like a drum in my ear. Stop, you are going to die either way!  The small thought passes my mind; I almost think I slow my pace by just a fraction of a second…NO!  What am I thinking! I can’t give out now! Not after all of this! What would Sam do if I actually got caught? Everyone knows what happens to people who break the law… and I’m the only thing Sam has close to surviving. I focus on that as motivation, even while the thought of my chances of surviving are slim if I get caught.

My uncle left me his safe house to me when he died. He once worked in the society, he worked in designing buildings. In fact, he had come up with one of the best ideas, the underground safe homes. Unfortunately the society felt as though rebels could eventually start an underground tunnel to flee to the pacific, where they supposedly could escape to a better society. But my uncle refused the society’s denial, and he started to build safe houses. This was the only one he was able to make before the society caught him stealing technology that he used to program the security system. And once your caught denying the society…we all know what happens. The safe house is immune to bombs, gas, and only lets in the faces of people you program in it. Right now it only has Sam, my father, and I programmed in. It has all the supplies, food, and water for ten people to survive for up to fifty years. How he did it, I have no idea.

I’m there! I’m almost there! I’m going to make it! I see the small slim corner I cut through the rocks to reach my underground safe house. My uncle left this to me before died.

 They’d never be able to fit through there. Even if they did they wouldn’t pass all the security locks I had set to get through to the safe house. This is where Sam and I promised to go in case of some emergency where the ‘Takers’ (What we call them in our village) ever came to get one of us. 

I’m only a few yards away from the slim crack beneath the rocks… Snap!  I feel a strong heavy forces press against my legs, back, and head sending me to go flailing to the ground. My nose crunches and I can feel the warm trickle of blood running down my face into my mouth. The strong metallic taste overwhelms my mouth and I gag, vomiting across the green forest ground. I can see the net that I’m captured in. My legs are in a twist, strangled by the heavy metal weight on the corners to keep me held down. The net wraps around my torso leaving my head face planted into the damp dirt.

I inhale a gulp of air. I see the head officer walk right into my face to lean down close.

“This one was pretty fast, huh boys?” his deep raspy voice says with a slight chuckle. I hear the other officers agree with amusement in their tones.  The officers don’t seem to have any heart what so ever. They are laughing at me. They are laughing because they know what will happen to me. They are laughing because they know I am going to die.

I don’t have to ask the men where they are taking me when they carry me away. I know where I’m going.

The Maze.

Okay so I have a problem. I have been thinking about this story to write but i need some Followers here! So Im Going to try and spread the word and if you have any ideas to help this story, leave a comment!
My story is going to be about a girl who lives in a ghetto type of world. She has a adopted brother named Sam. Both of them have lost all family, recently the girl (age 16-18) has lost her uncle who has been taken to the Maze. Now i havent exactly figured out an idea for the maze, i was thinking its where they throw all the rebels, thiefs and criminals for punishment for breaking the law of their oraganization ( not quite figured out either). But when Sam ( age 5-14) steals a sack of apples and gets caught, his sister takes the blame and gets thrown in the maze. She seems pretty calm at first, she picks food from the crops, but it doesnt become a problem until she realizes she cant remember who she is, and cant find water (general problems) but it doesnt get twisted and scary until she finds the lake. Then she Sees them. A group of people who have been trapped in the maze for over 8 years. They are driven mad. She tries to cooperate with them but they refuse. And then something happens, the lake dries up and the crops die. And they are all in the heat. Desperate for food and water. So, if you were stuck with mad people, driven crazy for food, for water, for freedom, for memory of who you once were, how far would you go just to live for the hope of ever returning?

 So today I got to meet up with  one of the coolest authors. Her name is Cindy Hogan. Maybe you have read her book Watched? I got to come and learn about her career as an author, for a Job Shadow assignment. Being an author seems like it might be easy from the readers eyes. But it's really not. Cindy was explaining to me the process of being a writer. And i have to give her some credit because she is a hard worker. And she has A LOT to do in the day. But she does it and says its a blast.She taught me that one of the good ways to get started as an author is to start a blog and post things like the stories i write and other cool stuff! So today she explained to me that in order to be an author there is a lot of work. She says she gets up at 5 o'clock in the morning and just writes for 2-3 hours. And then she has a whole list of things to do. writing conferences, critics, and a whole bunch of stuff! But above all being an author/writer seems like a really fun career choice. She also mentioned a writing contest thing at Weber State University i will be joining which sounds like a whole bunch of fun. And for my job shadow i really wanted to do it on an author. Because i really want to be an author too. Like she said it would be a good idea to post some of my stories I've wrote, including ones i'm writing so they are soon to come!