A man jogging early in the morning, his head lost in thought. His body was well toned and he had scars apparent on his exposed arms. His well kept hair also revealed that we may have been involved in either the armed forces or something of that equivalent.
"Every morning the same routine, wake up early, get some jogging done, do some gym work then off to work. Can't life be any more interesting?" he muttered to himself. Little did he know he would regret this words not much later.
I was finishing my normal jogging route when I saw some blood on the trail and signs of a struggle. I paused and began searching for whatever else I can. As I was looking through the dense bush, I saw something sparkle out of the corner of my eye. I turned my head to face it and I saw something that would shock most people, the body of a teenage boy floating in a ditch. Oh jeez, this is going to cause some unnecessary problems for me.
I took out my cell phone and called the cops. It didn't take them long for them to arrive and make a fuss out of things. The body was fished out of the ditch and they were checking him over when someone tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around and saw a pretty experienced looking officer looking me straight in the eye. I could only manage a "May I be of assistance officer" before he motioned to his car. This was going to be a looong day.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Post One, Reentry to the writing world
A man, roughly 5 feet 9 inches tall, slaving away at his computer. He had messy black hair and thick black rimmed glasses. He was wearing only his boxers and a bathrobe. He wasn't the most appealing person to the eyes but he wasn't a slob either. Weights and other exercise gadgets were strewn around the floor as if just after use. He suddenly paused and stared at the table.
The table is covered in memories. Moments in time too precious to throw, yet too painful to keep my eye's on them. I wiped away the lone tear that formed around my eye. I saved the file that contained my life story and headed to the kitchen to grab a mug of coffee. I lived in a very simple place. Apartment number 13 on the 13th floor of my condominium. It isn't too shabby but since most people think that the number 13 is extremely unlucky, I got the place for a bargain price. The apartment was divided into 4 rooms, A bathroom, a bedroom, kitchen and also my living room. Strangely though the biggest room is the bathroom, but at the very least it's something to talk about with people.
Well anyways when I got to the kitchen, everything seemed serene enough. I started boiling some water on the stove, grabbed my special mug and started mixing in the coffee mix. I loved my coffee a wee bit sweet so I added some condensed milk into the coffee. While waiting for the water to boil, I heard someone knock on my door. I opened the door and I saw my buddy Andrew collapse. He smelt of alcohol.
I thought to myself, I owe him enough to let him lie there for a bit. And that's where my trouble begins.
End Post 1.
The table is covered in memories. Moments in time too precious to throw, yet too painful to keep my eye's on them. I wiped away the lone tear that formed around my eye. I saved the file that contained my life story and headed to the kitchen to grab a mug of coffee. I lived in a very simple place. Apartment number 13 on the 13th floor of my condominium. It isn't too shabby but since most people think that the number 13 is extremely unlucky, I got the place for a bargain price. The apartment was divided into 4 rooms, A bathroom, a bedroom, kitchen and also my living room. Strangely though the biggest room is the bathroom, but at the very least it's something to talk about with people.
Well anyways when I got to the kitchen, everything seemed serene enough. I started boiling some water on the stove, grabbed my special mug and started mixing in the coffee mix. I loved my coffee a wee bit sweet so I added some condensed milk into the coffee. While waiting for the water to boil, I heard someone knock on my door. I opened the door and I saw my buddy Andrew collapse. He smelt of alcohol.
I thought to myself, I owe him enough to let him lie there for a bit. And that's where my trouble begins.
End Post 1.
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