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I find myself floating down a busy footpath, slalom between souls too aware of themselves to be self-aware. I pass men with lightbulbs and cash-registers behind their eyes and women in three quarter length jeans who used to Have Career but became born-again housewives. All the stores I ignore dangle desire in their windows trying to lure you in so they can sell you sex and other people's second hand ideas but you wouldn't be able to find a Clue in any of them. I dodge a beard with a nametag trying to sell a tax-deductible way to help the children in need today or the cancer cure of tomorrow but really to salve a guilty conscience. I stop at the banks of an asphalt Acheron where cars that cost the earth race buses with imported culture pinned to their sides like butterfly wing brooches race taxis driven by the unhygienic and carrying the impolite, never mind the sods that try to wade through at the crossing. I'm finally swallowed by a bus and stammer a destination at the robot behind the wheel. I cross his palm with a fistful of silver coins and a fortune of familiar streets later I'm belched out onto gum studded concrete. I buy a thirst quenching style choice in a greasy spoon from a girl wearing a reliquary locket that could contain the Holy Prepuce or a pinger for Saturday night or are they the same thing?
Eris:
Well Diary, today has been… interesting, to say the least.
I felt like death warmed up this morning. I pried my eyelids open only to slam them back closed when assaulted by the ridiculously cheerful sunlight streaming in through my window. I really need to get those blinds fixed. I must have had a bigger night than I realised, if the pounding in my head and fuzzy taste in my mouth was anything to go by, plus I couldn’t remember what actually happened last night. I remembered meeting up to celebrate Richard’s birthday, but other than that there was a big black gap in my memories.
Now that generally isn’t a good sign, but I figured I might as well get the embarrassment over with as quickly as possible. I managed to drag myself out of bed and stumble into the kitchen, growling complaints to Amanda who replied with equally suffering mutters, and ate whatever was available in the fridge before making my way to work
I paid no attention to the strange looks people were giving me as I walked down the street. I am sure I looked pretty rough, with my hair all over the place and remnants of my makeup smudged on my face. Plus I hadn’t had a coffee yet, so I didn’t really have the mental capacity to do anything other than shuffle forward and croak out small words. I was more put off by a guy across the street eyeing me suspiciously while resting his weight against a cricket bat.
I finally got to the café and ordered my coffee, zoning out while I waited. John commented that I must have had a wild night, and that was when I realised that my clothes were covered in dirt and ripped in places. Playing with a hole in my jeans I tried again to remember what had happened, but still no luck there. I thanked him for the coffee and lurched out of the shop to go get myself some lunch. I had a craving for steak.
It was only when I found myself gnawing on a strange man’s skull that I realised that something may not be quite right. Now people’s odd reactions made more sense; it’s not every day you see the undead walking around in broad daylight. I must admit, though, that guy’s brain was delicious.
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This was an assessment for my Creative Writing class; I had to read it out to the class. Everyone else had written such serious pieces, so I figured I might as well have some fun.
jodizzle:
Heee Hannah, I enjoyed that.
Ballard:
--- Quote from: Scrambled Egg Machine on 20 Aug 2008, 10:10 ---This is a segment of the prologue to a novel I am attempting to write.
--- End quote ---
I really, really like this. Please write more.
Scrambled Egg Machine:
Wow, thanks. I have more but it smell really bad at the desk right now and can't sit here much longer. Tomorrow I will deliver some more. Thanks though.
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