Hello. My name’s Anton. And to work out my brain and my language abilities, I want to tell you a kind of fiction/horror story. And if you like this kind of genre, or if you want just to show me my mistakes, check it out. And please don’t judge my style too hard, it’s just an improvisation, motivated by films and books I like. So, where should I start.

Bobby, Tim and Kathy were friends from early childhood. They’ve spent a lot of time together playing computer games, running on the streets of their native Bodytown, telling scary stories to each other and just doing what kids are doing in this carefree period of life, when you’re about ten. 2006 was a really hot year, so every evening the Little river, flowing nearby the town was overloaded with overheated citizens that July. Have you ever seen a desert? At noon those days the Bodytown looked exactly like a desert, except for the sand and scorpions of course.

It started on July 9. It was a sunny, red-hot Friday. Adults were just coming back after a hard-working day, and kids mostly were seating home in front of monitors, waiting for their parents to take them to the beach. I said mostly, because our heroes weren’t a part of this boring community. Instead, they were already, playing by the river. The part of the Little river, situated near the town has partially sandy shore, where most people were resting and a shore overgrowned with trees and bushes, where the “BDKSH” (Bobby’s Duke’s and Kathy’s secret hideout) was situated. They built it together from branches and leaves earlier this June, when they were truanting their last days at school. It was their second BDKSH, because the first one was set on fire by Donny Kreig last summer, a fifteen years old bully boy from their school.

- Telling you, Branda and Billy were doing it in Billy’s car yesterday. - said Duke. - They were kissing and even more! Telling you! It’s the truth! - He made a big juicy bite from giant red apple he held.

- What a nasty thing. -said Kathy. Do you have nothing to do but think such stories up? – She was seating at the old chair in her permanent jeans and red t-shirt, and viewing one of her sister’s magazines.

- You just won’t believe it because it’s you sister. You never believe my words. You’re just a silly stupid girl. You’ll never hear a word from me from now on. – He wiped out the apple juice from his mouth with his dirty hand.

- Shut up Timmie. Your stories are never true. Like that time, you were telling us you saw like Mrs. Tebedoo stabbed her husband and buried him in the backyard under the oak. – said Bobby.

- It was just a mistake. I thought I saw it. Just a mistake, not a lie. And where’ve you been all this time Mr. Bob?

- I was just looking for wood, for our barbecue. Did you guys know that there’s a small wild beach not far from here?

- Really? How come? We’re going here for almost two years, discovered the whole territory, and you’re saying there’s another beach nearby? - said Kathy.

- Not exactly nearby, but yeah. I was surprised too. It could be a great place to swim without all the noise and crowds. And also, I saw big beams on the road there, so we can make a raft like we wanted to.

- Let’s make our marshmallows and go exploring. - shouted Tim. – And, by the way, who's seen my matches?

The barbecue wasn't as good as they expected, and it took a bit more time to cook. Anyway, one hour later, well-fed and satisfied they were hitting the road……

To be continued... Maybe:)

Part 2 of Little river story https://journaly.com/post/5975