Creative writing A loud crack was sounded, like a gunshot, and unknown to Hale, a smear of his own blood was pasted across the wall behind him. The empty glass fell, stopping inches above the floor. Hale looked down in amazement, racking his brain trying to think of a logical explanation. Hale had always been a logical person looking for logical answers to illogical problems, but this had him stumped. Hale, hesitating knelt down to …showed first 75 words of 780 total…

…showed last 75 words of 780 total…Hale had been hit properly by another person and it hurt. As soon as the boys fist had made contact with Hales’ face Hale was released and spun around from the impact on his bare flesh. Hale spun to the ground to a sheltering heap of body, looking up, powerless waiting for the next blow to come, but it never did. The boy wasn’t there anymore he had disappeared without a sound or trace.