ok... I'll just begin, and maybe I'll have readers.
In a world much like ours, a boy sat down. His name was Antonio, most people called him Tony though. He was reading a book outside on the steps of his house. He lived in a small town in North Carolina in the United States. Books were his way of tuning out the world and escaping his own problems, which were numerous. Then, without warning he was disrupted by a strange noise. This noise was sudden that he dropped his book at his feet, and quickly sprang to his feet. Nothing could have prepared him for what had made the noise.
All of the sudden a wind started up; this wind blew from the ground to the roof of his front porch. Tony kept on thinking that it wasn't possible for the wind to blow upward, and yet it was strong enough that it started to lift him off the ground a few inches. Tony then looked up, as if afraid that the wind might push him up toward the ceiling. What he saw was far more horrible, What he saw was a miniature black hole.
As he was pull into this rift in space and time itself, a word came to mind. Thats when he looked down. He saw his book lying open on the floor his chair empty and motionless; Tony then saw the hole close as if to confirm his suspicion. He was being sucked into a Worm hole.
Will post more 2marrow, bye!