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John.com intro
Topic Started: Jun 9 2009, 01:57 PM (195 Views)
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Hello, all! I am a long suffering writer too, but I never seemed to actually finish anything. Therefore, all my story ideas have mny alternate beginings and endings.

This is an intro to one of my latest ideas, John.com, inspiered by the prompt of the day by RalfMaximus on DeviantArt. It doesn't really follow the main plot of the story, but I thought it might be an interesting introduction.

I love critisem, but my way of saying thanks is a bit...harsh. I'm a bit off the wall, don't mind me...


Post 5: Noir yarn of strangers past

Your Prompt of the Day #57:
A wrong number in the middle of the night: a random somebody in trouble, calling for help. Two strangers meet and end up fixing an odd situation, becoming friends in the process.



I groaned as I somehow managed to drag myself out my nice, warm bed to answer the GOD DAMNED phone. Sometimes I swear Satan himself must’ve invented the fucking thing when it’s ringing in the middle of the night. Never mind water boarding; just put an un-cooperative prisoner in a nice, warm bed and drag him out every five fucking minutes to answer the phone. He’ll crack in a night or two.

I finally put the two actions of walking and picking up the infernal thing together, half asleep. Too bad I didn’t stop doing one as I did the other.

CRASH!

“FFFFFFFF” The caller gat treated to one of my more…colourful greetings. “Son-of-a-bitching bastard” I whispered as I finally got to the task at hand.

“WHAT do you want???” I practically screamed into the phone. And then I noticed the young man in the street. He looked at the receiver in the phone booth, puzzled. It didn’t take a genius to realize he was covered in blood.

“Oi!” I called out the now opened window. He jumped up, surprised, unaware he was being watched.

“I know what you need, buddy. A drink.” I motioned awkwardly. “Come up here; I probably won’t be asleep for a while now anyway.” He looked up again, dazed. I swore yet again.

So much for keeping a “clean” mouth.

“You know what? I’ll come get you, buddy. Stay there.” He shrugged, and sat. It took about five minutes to get him up to my apartment. He stumbled, in shock. He looked like he got caught in an explosion in a meat plant. I realized he was muttering something over and over again. “I couldn’t save her. I couldn’t save her.”

Nothing a drink wouldn’t fix.

It was then I got a good look at the poor sod’s face. Time to swear again.

“Fuck. Dude, it’s Mike!” He looked at me, face blank and beyond recognition. I knew this guy. We had lived in the same neighborhood.

We were friends.

He came from a pretty fucked up family, that’s for sure. His Dad…well, first of all, his Mom, she ran, and I don’t think his Dad ever got over it. He acted…

He acted as if she was still there.

And I don’t mean just a bit of spells of insanity. Full out conversations were conducted with the invisible women. It was quite unnerving. My bud here never really got over it.

And who could?

Meanwhile, the obviously drunk guy I now have slung over my shoulder groans, and pukes all over me and passes out.


Wonderful.


I lay him as gently as I can on the couch, and go back to sleep. There was nothing I could do now, I reasoned, other than give him a safe place to sleep it off.

When I woke up the next morning, I walked groggily into my living room, almost forgetting the guy on the couch. I wasn’t surprised to see he was gone. I did a quick check of my sorry home; nothing seemed to be missing.

It was then I saw the blood stained paper, partially stuffed into the couch. I crouched down to retrieve it, and noticed something scrawled in pen.

“I owe you.” And a phone number.

I ginned.

If the cancer didn’t kill me, maybe this guy would first.

www.MeetJohn.com




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OMG

"John! Hey, John!"

...You need to type that one up. NAO.
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Somehow, this reminds me of an LM.C song...
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Jun 9 2009, 04:43 PM
Somehow, this reminds me of an LM.C song...
Irony doesn't listen to LM.C. Heck, she probably doesn't even know who they are. XD (Or maybe, her sister probably listens to them. :P)

But I got the joke. XD
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