A small piece of a story I'm writing called "Chasing the dead" Which Is the first in a series that I am writing.

In a small apartment in the lower east side Manhattan lived Chris Mattley. A writer of sorts with not much to do since it was winter and the cold had pretty much everyone indoors. Outside you could hear the Ferry crossing back into Staten island. You could see the sun setting over the water. You could see children and their parents walking out of the park across the street going home. They were so bundled up that they looked like little puffs of rainbow colors waddling down the street. You could see vendors closing up for the day. you could smell pretzels & hot dogs that had been sitting out all day that some poor victim would be eating for lunch tomorrow. all the sites and sounds of the city had to be taken in parts to fully appreciate what it was. For Chris, it was home. stubbing out his cigarette on the wall outside  and shutting his window tight he took off his jacket and threw it on the bar stool near the window then wandered back to the couch and pulled his laptop back up on his knees. "Shelby walked to the window and she saw....." he trailed off."she saw......." he repeated. "What the hell did she see?" with a frustrated sigh he push the laptop to the side and got up to pace." okay, Shelby walked to the window and saw a tall shadow walking towards the cottage.  She screamed for Thomas and ran into the bedroom. When she entered the door Thomas was missing. No. Thomas was laying on the floor in a puddle of blood. Yes!" he exclaimed and ran back to the laptop to note his thoughts. " then what happened?" he thought to himself. Chris folded his arms behind his head and laid back with a grunt. He had exhausted all the cures for writers block he could think of but nothing worked. His old professor used to tell he that sometimes acting out the parts he gets stuck on would make the next scene flow naturally. But to save himself from feeling like a nut he never tried. but alas he had hit a road block and was willing to do anything to get his story on a publishers desk by the end of the year. with another frustrated sigh he placed the laptop on the coffee table in front of him and walked to the middle of the floor in his tiny apartment and closed his eyes. " Okay so I'm in a cottage." he sighed." I'm a girl." He tried to picture him self as a girl but only ended up losing him train of thought within his laughter. So the he pictured his character Shelby. Her Long glossy dark hair and frightened big green eyes. he started again with this image" Okay so the power just went out and the whole place is pitch back and I have a dull flashlight with me." Chris then opened his eyes and wandered to his kitchen draw to grab the large black Flashlight from the draw by the sink. He then stalked over to the front door to hit the light switch. The small apartment became dark and the flashlight in his hand began to glow when he hit the button. walking slowly to the window he  pictured the 7foot shadow Shelby would see. " ahh Thomas." he mumbled half heartedly and the stalked towards his bedroom in preparation of seeing dead Thomas. "okay, uhhhh upon seeing Thomas laying on the floor Shelby ran back towards the window." Chris then turned to do so in a huff. Upon reaching the window he was tired. " I really need to hit the gym." His skinny frame was not the only thing he needed to work on. His shaggy brown hair needed to be cut. his stubble needed to be shaved. And he really need to quit smoking and drinking if a little walk around his apartment had him so out of breath." but not now." He said aloud to himself. and grabbed his pack & lighter off the counter and slid into his jacket. He pried open the window, switched off the flashlight and rested it on the bar stool. Lighting up he leaned out the window wondering how he would feel seeing something like that standing outside his house. He peered across the foggy night air to the parked now darkened by the night and lit aglow by the streetlamps all at the same time. he paused to breathe in the cold night air and clear his head. He took a second deep breath and chocked at the lack of space in his lungs. wincing he pulled his head back inside for a moment to warm up his cheeks then pushed his head back out to continues smoking. that was when it happened. a girl. A stream of long blond hair slowly creeping down the street. she was terribly under dressed for the weather this time of year yet she seemed content in her long black leather trench coat. her long slender body did not shake nor shiver as the snow started to fall nor did she lift her head to take notice of it. she just continued her slow walk down the street her feet barely parting as they took there small steps. the snow began to fall heavier and any other person would have ran for shelter. But the figure continued to her pace down the long blocks. a cab passed but she did not call for it. It wasn't long before Chris couldn't see her between the snow fall. " you see all kinds of weirdos in the town" he said to no one in particular. Then he stubbed out his smoke and pulled into the window shutting it and locking it tight. he drew the curtains and stumbled through the dark apartment totally forgetting about the flashlight he had kept. once he reached the light he remembered but gave little care to his stubbed toes and elbows. He glanced at the clock. " 4:00 am huh? I think you should call it a night my boy" he spoke to himself. He made his way to his opened notebook to save his work and shut it down. as he shook himself out of his coat and dashed to his room. He knew he would dream about the blond night wanderer. he snuggled up under him comforter and dozed off.

Just a small piece of an unfinished book that might never get published.  But I like writing and thought I'd share it. Maybe I'll put up more.