Template:Adminpick/September 2015

''Ten minutes ago, Tom took a left off of the R445 dual carriageway, and found himself on an unknown back road that sloped down sharply at first but gradually levelled out after about a kilometre. There was a stark contrast between the two roads, and as paranoid as he knew it was, there was something oddly discomforting about travelling for nearly 100 miles on roads brightly lit by orange street lights, only to suddenly travel down one where the only lights provided were from the driver’s headlights and the cat’s eyes that were dotted along the middle of the road.''

''The car radio had finally lost signal, leaving Tom with the monotonous friction of the car tires on the unkept gravel the soundtrack for the rest of his journey. Keeping his eye on the road, he stretched out his left arm and began feeling around for the directions he had printed off from Google Maps, while steadily maintaining his right hand on the steering wheel. When his hand planted down on something slimy, he decided to pull over to have a more thorough look.''

''Tom brought his car to a slow stop. The headlights switched off and his soundtrack came to a halt, leaving him in eerie solitude in the dark, quiet countryside. The shadowy displays of the many thick, lush trees that shielded both sides of the road all disappeared out of sight from the windshield. He flicked on the compartment light just above him, making him feel secure again. He realised the oxymoron in that; feeling more secure from doing something that makes you easier to spot out alone in the middle of nowhere. He saw his sheet of directions buried under the many empty Red Bull cans and empty sandwich packets that littered the floor of his car, and picked them up. Just as he was studying the directions for the second time that night, his phone began to ring. It was his boss Mark. Read more...''