http://slow.writerscafe.org/Ryanyates The original writings of author Ryan Yates en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775996788 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 follow the link http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ryanyates/1768646/ Chapter  �" 13%Scott placed his foot on the step and pulled himself into the darkness using the handles either side of the door.  It wasn’t totally dark as he turned to the rear of the vehicle looking for his seat.  A dim red light was just bright enough so he didn&r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ryanyates/1723577/ At the moment this is kind of chapter 19 or so.  however i did write it as an alternate chapter 1 to the novel and there are 3 more chapters after this.  I just want to know if this is a better start for the book than the chapter 1 i have already uploaded.Chapter �" DoorsIs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ryanyates/1723480/ Chapter 12�" CrashHe saw those eyes, the eyes that had scowled at him, eyesnow wide in terror and with a loud thud of plastic hitting flesh they vanishedfrom sight.  Scott was thrown from thebike and rolled in the dirt, ‘no, no, no,’ his hands rushed to his h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ryanyates/1723169/ Chapter 11�" Trapped in the Basement‘It’s gonna take a lot more than a few f*****g hail Marys toget out of this one boys,’ he shouted down the hall.  The blood had streamed from his nosebloodying his pure white gown.‘You little sinners are going.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ryanyates/1723163/ Chapter 10 �" Where is PuercoOver the next few days he had concentrated his mind onfixing up his new bike.  When he wasn’t completingwork for Trevor or sleeping he was working on the bike.  Not even taking a real break to eat, themotor becoming his dining partne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ryanyates/1720119/ Chapter 9 " CrucifiedThere was a panic throughout the small town which awokeScott from his slumber.  He felt thecruel and incessant itch of multiple mosquito bites on his feet and ankles, joiningthe ones on this a*s from the night before. He scratched them uncontrollably redden.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ryanyates/1718971/ Chapter 8 �" The ridgeThey all sat atop the rock that sat atop the ridge thatoverlooked the rudimentary racecourse.  They like the always did there stared at the monstrouswall in the distance.  Even in the nightyou could still make out the vast shape against the night.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ryanyates/1718968/ Chapter 7 �" CantinaScott rolled the rundown bike along the street as thepopulous were retiring to their homes or meeting places for the evening.  One such dark hovel was Roy’s Cantina andthat is where Scott was heading.  He knewit was where Mike, Carlos and Pue.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ryanyates/1718967/ Chapter 6Scott woke up with Karla gone.  Where she had laid now long cold and hersleeping body replaced by a crumpled pile of dollars.  The money for his bike, which judging by themissing keys was gone too.  She must haveleft in the night to head back to her mum’s place so.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ryanyates/1715262/ Chapter 5 �" Fallout from the raceDejected and downbeat Scott watched Dennis celebrate in thecompany of his cronies for a while.  Hesat still for a moment placing his hands on the tank of the bike he was aboutto lose.  Not wanting to face thehumiliation of another m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ryanyates/1713580/ Chapter 4 " The RaceThe orange haze of sunset had descended on the plain justoutside town, bringing with it a congregation of racers, spectators andgamblers.  Many people had ventured outto witness the race up close with many more spectating from a nearby ridgeoverlooking the whole .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ryanyates/1713577/ Bodies entwine a frozen silence in chaos,one split second of pure beauty in focus,jewels glisten, soft gentle,fingers down my back explode,but this cannot last,the broken glass of morning comes crashing over the hills,raging forward with every second,blinding light drags us, tears u.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ryanyates/1706865/ Chapter 3 Trevor appeared from the alley next to the shop and strodeup to the platform were Scott was standing.  His customary filthy oil stained blue overallswere straining at the seams with the buttons ready to pop due to his ever-expandinggut.  As everything in that town .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ryanyates/1706772/ Chapter 2The little girl was back looking at him with a screwedconfused face, ‘you’re weird’ she said then giggled and ran away.  ‘You little s**t’ he shouted and completedthe first few steps of a futile chase ‘at least I can read, you little huf.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ryanyates/1706768/ Chapter 1The sun burned overhead as Scott fought his way through the heavingunruly crowd of the town square.  Sweatdripped from his every pore as he walked under the collection of plastic tarpsfastened overhead to block the sun.  A Spectrumof musky smells rushed through his nos.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ryanyates/1706763/ Trapped in an corrupt and violent desert town Scott needs to find a way out. Can salvation be found beyond the wall for the orphan. All he can rely on is himself, his motorbike and maybe his friends http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ryanyates/1706761/