Monday, December 12, 2011
All parties converge at the aquarium at the Mall of America.
At Mistle’s suggestion, he, Ivey and Meredith headed with the toolbox toward the aquarium. “What’s our plan?” Meredith asked in a low voice. “Let’s just get down there and check it out,” Ivey said with impatience. Arriving at the front entrance, they found general chaos associated with a group of children having a birthday party. Surveying the scene, Ivey noticed a door marked “Aquarium Staff Only.” Nearby, kids messed around with fins and snorkels. “Follow me,” Ivey told the other two. Ivey pushed the door open, triggering a screeching alarm that pierced their ears. Momentarily panicked, Mistle issued a command. “Move,” he said, ushering the trio down a narrow hallway. By the time he looked up, they were practically face to face with two …
Friday, November 18, 2011
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Chapter III This was straight out of Mistle’s worst nightmare. Images of bombs on airplanes regularly made appearances in his hallucinations. Eyeing his seatmate and the suspicious bulges beneath his shirt, he wanted to scream “Terrorist!” But he didn’t—he couldn’t. That was the worse thing he could do. He’d kill them all right then and there. Mistle practically tripped over the one-armed man as he journeyed from his window seat to the aisle. Maybe I can still get off this plane! His head buzzed and his teeth clenched without his direction. He approached the nearest flight attendant. “I forgot about—something. Can I get off this plane still?” he pleaded. “Sorry sir, we’re prepping for takeoff,” she answered through her fluorescent white …
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
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Chapter II "They ought to make this an obstacle course on American Ninja Warrior," Tim Mistle said, panting as he paused to catch his breath in the middle of O'Hare International Airport. He was halfway to his gate, with only minutes left on the clock before his 737 shoved off and took its place in the long line for take off. Hoisting the duffel on his shoulder, he tightened his moist right hand around the handle of his roll-away suitcase and his kid's Christmas present, and moved out. Thump-thump-squeak-thump-thump-squeak. Mistle dodged and weaved through the crowd, his roll-away biting at his heels. With only seconds to spare, Mistle thrust his ticket at the gate attendant and dashed down the jetway, glad that, this time, he dodged the …
Monday, November 14, 2011
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EDITOR’S NOTE: November is National Novel Writing Month, and we need you to help Minnesota Patch write a holiday novella. Here's how it will go: We’ll post a new chapter every Monday, Wednesday and Friday for the next four weeks, each written by one of the Local Editors from a Patch in the Southwest Metro. But we can’t write this novella without your help. At the end of every chapter, in the style of "choose your own adventure" books, your answer to a simple poll will help us choose our next plot twists. But we’d love it if you dove right in with us. Right here, you can also upload personal photos and illustrations, contribute ideas for characters and even suggest a title—you name it. Just keep it clean. Our Patch writers will incorporate …
Michael Rose
6:07 pm on Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Sounds like the movie "The Fugitive!" more ›