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Showing posts with label Crazy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Crazy. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

The destination

Hello, once again from me being shitty and not writing for practically a fort night. I was busy with family, moving, a new job there was a lot going on. Which brings me to my new post this is obviously inspired by the events I have had to struggle through. Just not that extreme. This is a another excerpt of a character I have already introduced if you want to check out other stuff like it check it out here. Anyways enjoy I tried to make this one of my better quality papers.



“You have to stay awake god damn it!” you scream from inside the truck cabin. The dark circles burned themselves into your eyes. Exhaustion was setting in and you wanted a place to crash. In your mind the miles slowly ticked down only 34 miles left. With any slight movement put stress on your stiff body. You groan as the radio starts playing another sick love song from the station it happened to pick up. Gnawing on a finger to Stave Off sleep, your eyes glaze over reading the lit up signs that slowly passed overhead. The monotony of it all could drive a man crazy. 29.
            You check your mind. Nothing, is this truly oblivion?  Close to 40 hours now you have been awake. 26.Your mind is exhausted; there is only so much you can take. Moving is a hell of its own. You had to do it in one go or else you wouldn’t be able to go at all.  You were caught up by that wind that called you westward like there was something there for you. 22. Was it the need for a new town with something to spice up your lonely existence. 21.
            “This is the one for me.” You say trying to reassure yourself you would never do this again. You new better though. 19. You do not argue with the wind, now that would be insane. Rolling down the window you could smell the salty air. It was strange and exhilarating to be so close to a beach. The climate was a drastic change from a much colder town. You could see the faint outlines of the palm trees that stretched overhead. 15. All of the sensational experiences picked your spirits back up getting you excited for the destination that was nearing with each minute that went by. 13.
            You only regret the pain that moving puts you though. In the end it is all worth it. 12.You consult the printed directions as the light from street lights swept past you. The exit was coming soon and you didn’t want to miss it. Your favorite fanciful recreation of the house you were soon nearing came to mind. It was perfect with clean beige carpets a red painted door with blue useless window shutters. 8. A small covered deck with rosy stained wood that dropped off into a large lush back yard. A sort of giddiness bubbled up as your though of ways to decorate it. The thought of almost entirely new furnishings excited you to no end. 6. The reality was you still haven’t even seen a picture of the outside of the house yet. You know nothing. You bought it on the cheap as the economy crashed around you. You were not worried. You still had a thing or two up your sleeve for just such an event. 2. You see your exit and take it. The house was only a couple of turns away.

            It was dark as you pull up and you couldn’t see much but what you could see was wonderful. The grass wasn’t overgrown and the hedges looked healthy. The lot wasn’t terribly large and the house was quaint. Just your size and hoped you were close enough to the beach. Could you pick up surfing? Who knows? One time you picked up a creative writing class. You never know what could be useful. Meeting people is hard but it never hurts to have a pretty face. It was difficult shattering your stiff body back to life but you managed to walk. You paused and stared at the now much larger truck than you thought you were driving that whole way. Deciding finally to just leave it for now you hurry up the little path to the door and opened it with the key that showed up several days ago in a brown slip as part of your arrangements. You barely get past the living room before passing out on the floor. That is okay you can sleep. The truck will unload itself. You are just so are exhausted. Why not take a break. You earned it.

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Interview with a crazy person

Hello! Today's prompt was for me to write an interview style, so this is all dialog as if from a recording. It might be hard to follow due to the lack of tags but it just goes back and forth. The two talking are some of my favorite characters that I have created so far and the idea was to fit this somewhere in a story later on. We will see how that works. 


Collin Hunter Interview #1

“Hello again Mr. Hunter. Do you remember me?”
“How could I not? You are the one that locked me up in here.”
“Yes, well you are the one who started the challenge.”
“Wasn’t that fun? You must miss it if you are here Mr. Royal.”
“That is Doctor to you Hunter.”
“A Doctor who can’t practice, face it you are no more special than me.”
“Just because I lost my practice doesn’t mean I can’t evaluate—“
“But you can’t help me, no one can help me. I have tried your kind before, drugs, therapy you name it I tried it. There is only one cure for my sickness.”
“So you turned to murder is that right?”
“I guess you could say it like that.”
“What would you call it?”
“Sacrifices for the greater good.”
“And that greater good is you?”
“Of course, I wouldn’t be talking about you Doctor.”
“Did you want to talk about your hallucinations?
“What is there to tell?”
“Like what do they tell you? What are they like? When did they first start showing up?”
“That stuff is boring, wouldn’t you like to hear how I did it all?”
“Mr. Hunter I am the one that caught you, I already know how you did it. What I don’t know is why. You said it yourself it cures your ailment.”
“Fine then, my first little friend is what I call the narrator. His name says it all and makes me feel like a character in a book. Then there is Damien, he is not nice at all and always berating me and making me feel stupid. Finally there is lovely Olivia my only friend, besides you Doctor.”
“So Damien is the one that drives you to kill?”
“He is usually the one to break me, if you were me wouldn’t you want to be normal for any amount of time? Even if it is only for a couple of weeks, I will do anything for that.”
“How long has this been going on?”
“HA How long do you think it has been? You know that, you know how many I have taken. You only found one, try finding all of them that will take years!”
“You are already on death row. I don’t have to, I already won.”
“Now that is funny Doctor. You think I am really just going to let that happen? I will escape and I will have my peace once again. Next time I will go after you and I will destroy you.”
“Good luck trying to get out of this locked box. It’s nearly impossible to do; if you pull it off we can play our little game once again. But you will lose again trust me I always win.”
“Ha good luck then doctor. I’ll see you again soon.”