I decided to write the beginning to a story. I would appreciate any criticism; especially anything good. Chapter 1 STR stands for Destruction Beastie Boys blare on the radio in a nearby car. Grocery carts fly about, speeding, crashing. Enter the 3 boys: Shai, Tobie, and Rayne. Ages: 14, 13, 15. It’s around midnight. The grocery store is now closed. The boys continue reeking havoc on the carts. The noise grows louder. Shai begins to hoot and holler. Tobie howls at the moon. Rayne remains quiet. The parking lot is virtually empty now, except for an abandoned car. The note on it reads: Will come back to tow. This excites the boys. A car left to their disposal. Quickly, they gather around their prey. “Let’s smash the fucking windows.” Tobie grabs a rock and throws it hard against the car. “Fuck that.” Rayne speaks softly as he gently runs his hand over the driver side door. The paint is blood red. Shai walks slowly around the vehicle. He leans hard against the passenger side window, peering in. “Let’s see if it’s got gas.” Shai leans back against the car, facing the others. “How?” Tobie kicks the drivers side door hard. “Let’s blow the fucker up.” Shai tears a long piece of fabric from his t shirt. He walks to the gas tank. He easily pries it open. The smell of gasoline fills the air. “Oh fuck, you serious?” Tobie steps back, his eyes darting back and forth between the car and Shai. “Indeed, I am.” Shai sticks the fabric down into the tank. “Get ready to run boys.” Reaching in his pocket, Shai pulls out his lighter. Without hesitation he lights the fabric. The boys waste no time for there is no time to waste. Each runs darting in an opposite direction. Slowly the fabric burns. A brief pause. A moment of complete silence surrounds them. It’s so quiet, Rayne’s ears begin to ache. Than…BOOM! The vibrations move Tobie back a few steps. Fire fills the air. The car is now engulfed. The blood red paint becomes one with the flames. Shai yells, “BURN!” Tobie laughs hysterically. Rayne simply smiles. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I think this is what I will do with my time. Write. Write useless stories. The stories that fill my mind. There's nothing much to do lately. I have too much information suffocating my brain. "Cosmic explosion done right." DFN.