The mustang felt a jerk, then Chris jumped the car into the first and tried to outrun the surprised camaro, which had stalled, yet to revive from the crazy maneuver. Chris had used this technioque to gain space between his enemies quite usually. But the camaro was no low car, within seconds it gained on the mustang. Side by side the car rallied along the road and gravel. Chris cried, 'Puncture them!' . Amvi instinctively went near the window and shot at the tyres. The camaro lost control and hit against the sidewalk. Chris then swerved the mustang through various streets to lose the tail absolutely. Amvi seemed to be in a state of shock, she stammered 'Fire was driving the other car. It was fire in the shape of men, I think they are direct slaves of the devil himself'. Chris said 'So they hot enough for you? Anyway puns aside, tell me how to get to the flight school'. With Amvi's directions the mustang approached a hangar. Amvi hushed 'We do this my way- secret and discreet'.
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This started as an SMS exercise. I felt bored and wanted to write a story but was lazy to add to the blogosphere. So I texted each "Day" of the Devil's Dance. However requests from some of my friends asking me to put it here, has urged me to do this.Do keep reading and voting. I will see which option gets the most vote by the end of each week and try to incorporate that attribute into my story the following week. Remember, those who don't vote will probably dance on hot pans before the Devil >:)
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woohooooo...........
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