Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Now its Time to Get Back to Work

Dear Readers,

OK, so now that I have nothing else to complain about its time for me to start actually posting work. Here is an introduction chapter I wrote last night:


You are floating, almost as if invisible hands have grabbed you and are carrying you to some unknown location. You can see nothing but the darkness around you but you can still hear. What you hear is your mother slowly assembling your brothers and sisters and you wonder if they too can hear what you hear.

Slowly you begin to hear something else, soft at first and then louder. It is impossible to make out what they are saying but from the tone of their voices you can tell one is angry and one is desperate. It sounds almost as if the angry voice sees this discussion as a waste of time while there is an urgency in the other voice; as if this is the most important topic in the world.

Then the angry voice says the first word that you can make out. Computer. You wonder as to whether or not you are this computer and regardless what a computer is. You begin to wonder many things like how a computer could cause such anger in a person and such urgency in another. Finally the angry voice barks something and the urgent one stops speaking.

You feel yourself flying and then you feel a sudden stop. You hear the urgent voice speaking in a sad tone I'm sorry. You aren't sure what those words mean but from the way they are said you assume that it is something bad. You hear a slow creaking and you feel something slipping on your underside.

For a brief moment you feel nothing. You are in a free fall for all of three seconds until a you feel a strong grip on your side suddenly stopping your fall. You feel a roughness rolling around your top side and then suddenly there is a rushed flight. Your flight ends and you feel a rough substance on your underside.

You hear what sounds like a door closing and a roll of tape unrolling and tearing. The last thing you hear is Go live from an optimistic voice that sounds similar to the desperate and sad one before. The only thing you can think now is the word live. It is all you want. To live.

Any thoughts?

Mike Hand

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