This story I'm writing

[mysterydog1]

this story is kinda complicated. here is s summary.
I am writing a story about a writer and her dog Voltaire, they travel around the world. the writer with the dog is writing a story abour a C.I.A agent and a writer that keep running into eachother. but in real life with the writer and her dog there is also a C.I.A agent that she keeps running into. just like in her story.
well, here it is. let me know if you like it
it is attached it think. i am doing this at the library and they have ancient computers, so i don't know whats going on.:D
WAIT, DON'T DOWNLOAD. IT DOWN A LITTLE WAYS =D

[Yellow Dog]

:eek: :eek: THAT.......WAS.......AMAZING.......:eek: :eek:


WRITE MORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!


please?

[mysterydog1]

you liked it? well, thanks. actually when i started typeing it up this morning i had just up to the fist paprgraph of cgapet 2 written. i just wrote the rest as i went along. i fill fix it....hold on....

[mysterydog1]

CHAPTER 1
"Voltaire! Come for breakfast!" Star called.
Volatire was up in his loft watching a frightening episode of Animal Cops Miami, on his big screen T.V. Voltaire was happy he had a nice owner that didn't starve him half to death like some of the horses on the show. Voltaire clicked off the T.V and jumped from his doggy bed. It was nice having cable, even though Star didn't get to watch it much. 250 channels and Voltaire was only allowed to watch animal planet, because Star said that human humor was too crude for him.
As he trotted down the steel steps and across the wooden living room floor, he listened to the taps of his claws; he was thinking it was time for another trip to the groomer's. When Voltaire reached his bowl, it was empty; but then Star came and poured half a cup of dried kibble into it. Voltaire looked at his bowl in disappointment, because much to his disliking, he was on a diet. He weighted 55 pounds and needed to lose at least 10. Star saw this look and added...
"Don't look so glum Voltaire, pertty soon we'll be eating italian food. And Collin Christophers, our photogragher, will be meeting us at the airport and he said he had something special for you."
As Voltaire finished his breakfast, Star finished packing. She double checked to see if she had her ticket, and her photographer's, and her carry-on bag containing her I-Pod, favorite pencils and of course her notebook. Finally everything was ready, she loaded her luggage into the car, put Voltaire's seat belt on, and they were on their way to the airport.

2,000 miles away in New York city, and tall man with fair blonde hair walked into Chip's Iced Appetites. The woman behind the counter didn't seem to notice him, she was fervently washing the counter and shelves.
"I would like a rasberry sorbet with chocolate sauce." The man said.
The woman stopped, and stared at him intently.
"In a cone, not a dish." he added.
The woman came from behind the counter and went over to the store front window, she turned the "Open" sign around so that it read "Closed" then she turned to the man and said
"This way."
The password had been said and Steven Lansing the C.I.A's best operative had just arrived. His briefing was short, but he knew how to do his job.
"Find this man." His superior shoved him a file witha picture paper-clipped to the inside of it and kept talking....
"Once you find your man, neutralize him and seek out your target." He was handed another file, but the american agent looked puzzled; because the picture contained in the file was of a dog. But behind that was a black and white photo of a slightly nervous but attractive young woman. It said she was about 5,5 with brown hair and eyes, she would be impossible to spot in a crowd; which was probaly why he was given a picture of her dog.
"With the completion on your first assignment, this woman will have an extra ticket. You will accompany her to Italy and continue your assignment from there." his superior finished. During this time the agent was checking his briefcase, making sure he had everything he needed.
"You should hurry," the woman said "your plane leaves in two hours."

[mysterydog1]

CHAPTER 2
Their plane left in two hours and they weren't even at the airport yet. But still Voltaire was enjoying the ride. Voltaire was a Saluki, Star's favorite breed. Most breeders would say that his talents were wasted, living in an apartment with a writer. When he was still with his breeder it was noticed that while most Saluki's could run up to 50 mph, and jump fences 6 feet high; Voltaire had been clocked at 62 mph and could easily clear fences 10 feet high.
Voltaire lived a pampered life, travling around the world with his writer. Like just recently they had returned from France, and following the return was the completion of their newest novel 'Bloody Euros" A fictional story about a french counterfieting ring operating underneath the Eiffel tower, and an american agent sent in to uncover it. And now they were on their way to Italy. Voltaire coundn't wait and see what strange ideas and quirky characters the colorful country would inspire in her imagination. Among the two main characters was Voltaire's favorite, a dashing C.I.A agent that mysteriously kept running into a writer on each of his assignments. Also he knew that that character was based on himself, as often Star referred to him as Voltaire, which was his code-name. And the writer's character was based on Star herself.
Finally they arrived at the airport, and now time for the part Voltaire hated. The unwilling but well trained Saluki, climbed into his crate and so began the long ride into the terminal. The sound of the concrete on the wheels,amplified by the crate's plastic walls, bore into Voltaire's ears. He couldn't wait until they were inside on the smooth tiles. Star often took inspiration for actions from Voltaire, once she put a piece of raw fish into his bowl, studied how he reacted and wrote this... "The American agent looked questionably at the food set in front of him, he almost jumped back to see that it was still moving. The other delegates saw him flinch and turrned in his direction. He casually sipped his wine and they returned to their meals. He had to eat it, it was part of his cover. But he didn't want to poke it, maybe he could just scoop it up with his spoon; hopefully it wouldn't crawl off....."
And even now as she pulled Voltaire along in his crate, she was thinking of new situations her character would find himself in..... "The American agent snapped awake, he had a chainsaw of a headache and figured he must have been knocked out. His hands and feet weren't tied, but there was no need, He was in an extermely small space. It must have been some sort of cage, And they were moving; he would just have to wait and see where they were taking him....."
------------------------------------------------------------------ Collin Christophers was an easily reconizable man,he was tall but well built ; and even though he was 40, he looked much younger. From travleing abroad, he had a nice even tan; and his hair was bleached to a bright yet pale yellow. He talked with a warm and cheerful Australian accent, and had a dazzling white smile like that of a movie star's. He was slothily making his way towards the terminal, not minding he was fashionably late. It was a cloudy day, and yet he was sporting the latest look in eye sun protection. Even though he wasn't particularly watching where he was going, he made sure to put on a hot smile for any woman that walked by; that was why he didn't see the late businessman running his way....
The two collided with thrashing ferocity, and yet Collin was the only one still standing. There was papers and spilled coffee on everything, including the photographer....
"Hey! Why don't you watch were you're going! This suit cost more that you make in a year!" Collin yelled.
He looked behind him and the women he'd just been winking at were giggleing amongst themselves. The pouty photograhper stormed off without even saying sorry or offering to help the man up. He was heading for the men's room, and he had removed his sunglasses; there was a funny looking tan line from when he had forgotten to take them off in the Bahamas. As he entered the men's room there was no one else in sight. He grabbed a bunch of paper towels, wet them, and began spotting the designer suit. With all his attention focused on his million dollar jacket, he did not notice the same "late business man" creep into the restroom. "Steven Lansing" the C.I.A.'s "Best operative" had planned it all perfectly, except the photographer was late. He had to work fast or else he would miss his flight.

Suddenly the photograhper turned around, he must have always known he was there. And the way he looked at him, he either wanted revenge for spilling coffee on him, or he knew who the man really was.
"Well, you at what we got here." Collin said, there was a slight accent, but not Australian; it had been fake all along.
He knew he didn't have to pertend for the C.I.A. Collin was really British and an Australian accent was the only one that could hide his own, and the American agent suspected as much.
"I've got you this time Collin." Steven said.
Collin was all ready for a fight, but the american was smarter. In less than a second the American produced an oxygen mask and a small capsule in his hand. The restroom seemed to fill itself with a thick white smoke that filtered away in less than a minuet. Now he was pressed for time, he dragged Collin's limp body into a stall and locked it; The photographer would wake up 5 1/2 hours later not knowing which way was up. Then he went into another stall and changed his disguise. He came out 3 mineuts later dress up as another late businessman, he looked at his watch and hurried out the door and towards gate 465.

[mysterydog1]

CHAPTER 3
Meanwhile at gate 465, to Italy; Star looked at her watch one last time. The plane took off in less than 5 minuets, If Collin wasn't here soon he would miss the flight. She looked up and down the terminal. After standing there for at least a half an hour, Star avoided looking at the ticket girl; Star could swear she hadn't stopped smiling since she got there.
"May I have your ticket please, the plane is leaving shortly" The stewardess said in a voice too high pitched and cheerful to be human.
"Wait! Hold the plane!" someone yelled.
Star looked back, hoping it was Collin. But then she frowned as the man came into view. He looked as if he hadn't slept in hours and his clothes were very wrinkled. He had a 5 o' clock shadow and a crumb of bread from breakfast was still on his tie. The man stopped in front to Star and the ticket girl, he was trying very hard to catch his breath.
"May I have your ticket please, the plane will be leaving shortly." the stewardess said again.
The man started rummageing thourgh his pockets, then his briefcase.
"Oh, no! I don't have my ticket! Could it have been stolen, where did I put it!" He exclaimed.
Star wasn't buying this for a second, there was no way she would give Collin's ticket to this spaz and let him sit next to her on the plane.
"May I have your ticket please, the plane is leaving shortly." The woman said again.
If that woman said that one more time Star was going to scream! She walked up the the girl and handed her her ticket. Behind the latex mask and makeup the American agent held his breath,If she got on the plane with both tickets he was done for; she was suppose to give HIM the extra ticket. The stewardess took the ticket and shifted it in her hand revealing a second one behind it .Star let out a big sigh and said...
"He's with me."
They both boarded the plane moments before it left. As Star went toward their seats she turned to the stranger and started speaking to him like he was her child; even though she didn't have any...
"Ok, I have the isle seat. If you have to go to the bathroom, go now; because you are not goin to be crawling over me at any time during this flight!"
The stranger loked puzzled for a moment, then put his briefcase in the compartment above and headed towards the bathroom. Once inside he took out his pen and began speaking into it...
"Everything in going smoothly. I am now on the plane."
But of course it was no ordinary pen, only he knew it had a direct link to headquarters. He could reach them anywhere around the world, at anytime, through a private satalite. Also, it was fingerprint coded so only he could use it. As he made his way back to his seat, the frowning writer stood waiting for him in the isle. He went in first and sat down, then Star took her seat next to him. Star seemed too steamed to talk to, as soon as she got to Italy she would call her publisher and tell them Collin missed the flight.
Star totally ignored the dead weight sitting next to her and opened her notebook to work on her story, she only had part of chapter one written and still it needed some work. As she turned a page, a picture of Voltaire as puppy flopped onto the floor. Both she and the man next to her reached to get it.
He picked it up and looked at it.
"Is this your dog?" he asked.
Of course the American agent knew the dog belonged to her, it was in her file. He even knew what breeder he came from, yet he knew nothing about the breed.
"Yeah." Star answered slightly smiling.
Star never talked to people much, she always kept saying she didn't even like people. But if you asked her a question about animals or writing, it was amazing how fast she would open up to you.
"What is it's name?" He asked, being careful not to use "he" even though he already knew it was a male dog.
"His name is Voltaire." She answered.
"What kind of dog is he?"
"Voltaire is a Saluki."
"Really? I never heard of those."
And Star continued to tell him all about Voltaire and his breed. Then she went on to tell him about her writing career, how her and Voltaire got started, and how they travel everywhere now. She had been planning to write the whole way and listen to her music but the two talk the whole plane ride; They were almost saddened when they arrived in Italy. She got up to let the man out first, he hurried down the isle without even saying goodbye. Star started collecting her things, and then reached up into the compartment to get her bag. She pushed a briefcase out of the way, but then stopped.
"That man forgot his briefcase!" Star thought. And she had to find him quickly before he went out into the streets of Italy, by then it would be impossible to spot him. She ran out of the plane, down the tunnle and out into the terminal. She looked out across the terminal and noticed it would be hopeless to find him, the place was hopelessly crowded with people. She didn't even know his name. Taking the briefcase with her she went to go get Voltaire and pick up her luggage.

CHAPTER 4

[Yellow Dog]

I write 2! My story is under"One of MY stories" its in the off topic!! tell me how you like it

[mysterydog1]

i read it and i'm hooked now! wonder whats goin to happen!

[Yellow Dog]

Why aren't you writing anymore!!! YOU LEFT IT ON SUCH A CLIFFHANGER!!!:p PLEASE WRITE MORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!:D

[mysterydog1]

i have written the 4th chapter but then i have to type it and then out it on disc then take it to the library, then e-mail it to myself and then put it here. all because my mom's computer doesn't have a floyyp disc space =(

[Yellow Dog]

..................*sobs*:(

HOW LONG WILL THAT TAKE?!?!?

[mysterydog1]

a day or two if I work fast. =D

[mysterydog1]

YELLOWDOG if you are interested i have another story, it is no where near as.....er........ well, its wierd. i mean really wierd. but it is at the thedreamersmind.com then you click on original fiction and then go to authors and look for johnnydeck, or go to titles and look for if evil prevailed. if you can't find it ask me:o
i started a while ago and never finished, which is good because i had no idea where it was going anyway:D

[mysterydog1]

if anybody else really want to see my other story (as mentioned above) just say. i can post it here. IT IS WIERD, ok? does anybody here like vampires? beacuse its kinda like that. =?

[mysterydog1]

but first, chapter five mentions guns =( so i'm asking admin if that is ok to post? nobody gets hurt or dies or anything. it is just part if the story.:(

ok, i'm going home to fix this (at the lib again =?

[mysterydog1]

CHAPTER 4
Once outside the terminal it took a while for Voltaire's eyes to adjust to the light. He noticed something different about Star; first of all she was smiling, and the warm glow of the already setting Italian sun seemed to light up her face like never before. Also she was carrying a briefcase, which obviously wasn't her's, and he wondered why. Voltaire also wondered what happened on the plane, it mush have been something pleasant, because she arrived in Italy a whole different person. Voltaire's ride, however, was terrible. There was this miserable chihuahua that wouldn't stop yipping and a rottweiler mix that just had to snore while he slept; and even thought Italy's busy streets weren't much quieter, he liked it here, being next to Star. Voltaire was fiercely loyal, even more loyal than his breed character suggests. Ever since Star's publisher got him for her on her birthday she couldn't have been happier. He was nine weeks old and cost the publishing agency $1500.00. After that she promised to work for free, and Voltaire went everywhere with her.
Star started weaving her way through the busy streets of Italy,she didn't know where she was going, but she knew what she was looking for, and Voltaire knew this routine very well..." Arrive in new country, look for the bookstore". Voltaire didn't mind one bit, sometimes he was allowed in the bookstores; in France he was. But usually he just waited outsde. Star went into the nearest bookstore, and Voltaire waited for her on the corner. Star would have tied his leash to something but she didn't have one, at no time had she even owned a leash for Voltaire; he had never once tried to run off. Even leash laws couldn't control the two, it had been four years and they still hadn't gotten in trouble; so why start carrying a leash now? After 10 minuets Star still hadn't returned. Voltaire at all worried, sometimes she would stay in there for at least an hour, reading all the summaries and sometimes the first chapters of all the up and coming author's books. Figuring that she would be detained for at least another 20 minuets, Voltaire noticed a pretty litte Italian greyhound that he felt he should introduce himself to, so he made his way over to her.
Meanwhile in the bookstore, Star just realized the terrible situation in which she was now in. Collin was SUPPOSE to come with her, not only because they were partners, also because Collin had all the money and could speak Italian! Together they were everything, but apart they were worthless! Collin couldn't even get on the next plane to Italy if he wanted to, because Star had his ticket! Missing Collin was almost as bad as losing Voltaire, if that happened she would fall to pieces. But she wasn't going to panic, she would go get Voltaire, find a place to stay, and then call her publisher in the morning.
But as she walked outside, she realized that her greatest fear and been made into truth. Voltaire was nowhere to be seen! Searching for Voltaire was no familiar task, they had never been apart since she got him. Also, they had only beenin the counrty less than an hour; she had no idea where he could be. If they were back home she'd go to the ballet studio, for Voltaire had a strange attraction to dancing, mostly ballet. But he never went there by himself, and here, in this quiet un-familiar town in Italy, he could be anywhere. It was dusk when the plane had arrived, and now night was drawing closer still. All other shops and stall were closed, een the bookstore she had just exited was wraping up business. People started filtering off the streets and the noise died down conciderably. There was but one street lamp lit, located on the corner where she stood; the very same corner she told Voltaire to stay and wait for her. And suddenly she was alone, under what felt like the only light in the world.
CHAPTER 5
...."At the same time, half-way across the country, the writer sat hunched in a rundown hotel in the derelict district of southern Italy. As she sat writing her newest novel, the writer was un-aware of the four men carrying guns that had just entered the ground level of the hotel and were now making their way up to her fourth story room".... Star stopped writing. She looked behind her; the chair creaked she she turned. The room was completely bare but from the desk in which she was sitting at now. She snatched up the paper she'd just been writing and crumpled it up. She was making herself paranoid, she had to focus; her publisher was expecting the next chapter in a few days..... "Talk!" the Italian gangster demanded. Voltaire said nothing, the American agent would never betray his country. They were in an un-used part of a storage room in the back of a resturant; there was a pungent smell of rotten overvooked pastsa mixed with the scent of month old rainfall. The gangster pulled out a gun and demanded again "TALK!" As before Voltaire stayed as stubborn as ever. If they shot him every patron in the resturant would here the blast. The Italian screwed a silencer onto the nose of the gun "That was your last chance." he said, he took aim briefly and fired." Star immediately crinkeled the paper. She couldn't take it anymore! Her photographer had gone mysteriously missing, and her dog that had always been fiercly loyal, just ran off. Star had had enough, it was time to call her publisher.....

[mysterydog1]

ahhhh! i can't get it up! someone help.

[chase_pike]

:) i like it, its addictive and interesting;) i recently WROTE the intro to a story i am writing about a boy whos parents and home town have been destroyed by distant british terrorist and he and his sister start a new life in a bad town were the sister is kidnapped so the now alone and homeless the boy jions the army and becomes a great military hero and later finds the kidnappers and finnaly brings his sister home but im just to the finding a new home part though and i dont know if ill type it ,but i really enjoyed reading yours (or at least the first few chapters).:)

[mysterydog1]

Ready for a huge update?

[Yellow Dog]

Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

[retriever crazy]

Those stories are really good :) I loved them :) Keep up the good work

[Yellow Dog]

Amazing!....more More Mooooooooore!

[Doglover24-7]

I liked it it was very interesting;)

[Yellow Dog]

You should get this published!

[mysterydog1]

I prolly will when it is done. =P But I so lazy... I write like 2 chapters then leave it for like a month. I have it all in my head but putting it down on paper takes time and effort!

[Yellow Dog]

I know what you mean! I could have the BEST idea then can't put in on paper correctly! AGH! I hate that! I hope you keep righting and can't wait to hear what happens next!