Story #1; Chapter One

Wishing Lines; Fateful Twists
"Fate, the power believed to control all events that cannot be resisted, beside it lies Destiny."
Chapter One; The Lines Starts To Form
Hailstones attacked the wood of the house, the windows crack little by little with each hurling stone. "Clyde, go take shelter in the basement!" A woman in her fifties, dressed in tattered clothes, ushered a young boy around the age of seven, into the dark underground. "Stay here, your father and I shall join you in awhile, we are just going to have a small chat with the 'giant'," said the woman, smilingly. The hailstorm roared outside, as the woman walked out into the ravaging stones, still dressed with the tattered clothes, she halted beside a man in his early sixties, he too was dressed in clothes that were torn, and the both of them faced the 'giant'. "Where is the money, Winters?" The huge man boomed. "It's coming! Please give us alittle more time!" The smaller man yelled through the roaring sounds of the storm. "Time was given, Winters, you sure took it well, you owe the 'Ocean Organization' lots of fish," the man sneered. "Look, it's the hailing season, how do you expect me to work?" The smaller man uttered helplessly. "You see? Time can always be given, but you will never treasure it, neh, Winters?" The 'giant', stretched his huge legs and knocked the smaller man over by tripping him on the hard stony ground. The woman immediately fell to help the smaller man up, but as she did that, she herself got a slap from the 'giant'. "DON'T YOU DARE HIT MY WIFE!" The smaller man jumped on the 'giant', and started to wrestle a losing battle. The 'giant', hurled the smaller man, onto the ground, pulled out a black object and pointed it at him. In five seconds, it was over, a loud gunshot was heard, and blood coated the front gate of the house that belonged to the man, Dennis Winters. The 'giant' laughed out loud, and started to walk away, he stopped after a few steps, and turned to see, a crying woman over a man's dead body, and further back, in the storm, he could make out a small silhouette in the light, he wanted to take a clearer look, but he had other 'business' to deal with, so he walked off without another word. The small figure started to walk towards the crying woman, and the man still lying on the ground. He hugged the woman, and looked at the man. The man turned to the boy and spoke, but with little energy, "Clyde, take care of your mom for me. I am sorry to give you this burden, but I have to leave for a rather long trip, if you and your mom are ever in trouble, remember this...," the man whispered something into the boy's ear, and his life ended. The boy, stood up, and looked at the wooden house he lived in, the trees, the hill he lived on and below, the sea where his father once did his fishing business in, glimmered in the sunlight, the boy with tears flowing through his eyes, looked up to the Sun, and he made a wish, and that's when he realized, the storm had stopped.