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Heres a little clip from my story I wrote a while back... I'm going to rewrite it soon (edit it) so I just felt like I'd post a little chunk of it... I'm on book 3 so heres the intro from book 1...

Rated for strong language... though most of you say these words anyway... I don't so its explict to me... ^^ the words are an important part of the main characters character...

Enjoy

BOOK 1: Chewing Glass


PROLOGUE

In a quiet home tucked gently away in the forest, a young man sat. All by his lonesome he let out a sigh while fiddling with some papers on his desk. It had been two weeks since his parents died, and he had turned 22 years old that day.

Johnny had never been alone in his life. His parents were always right by his side to set him straight if his path were to stray, and this helped him to become the brightest student in his high-school. He had straight A’s, graduated valedictorian, and had a chance for any collage in the world. Johnny had just started collage when the incident happened.

Three days after his parent’s death, Johnny dropped out of collage. Almost two weeks later to the time of now he had done nothing but mope around his one hundred and six year old, abandon house.

In Silence.

Dead Silence.

Johnny wasn’t there when his parents died, he was sleeping, and now he hadn’t slept since. Everything he lived for was gone. Never the less, Johnny set a grave for both of his loved ones at the back of the house. They were part of his life… a life he would never have again.


Chapter 1

Three-months later:

“Bleep, Bleep, Bleep, Bleep!” blared Johnny’s alarm clock. In response to this Johnny hit the clock off of the small coffee table knocking it on to the floor. Yet it continued to make the annoying sound and finally woke Johnny fully from his slumber.

“I hate mornings…” he complained to himself. Johnny had gotten used to being alone and the silence lingered in his head. He still didn’t like the silence though, it left him with nothing to think about but his loses.

It was almost Christmas, a holiday that Johnny and his family celebrated together 21 years. Now alone Johnny decided he would just sit and do nothing while the holiday passed by, agreeing with himself that it would be better than decorating a tree for himself and reminding himself, yet again, that he was alone. Pondering the idea he realized that it wasn’t going to make him feel any better.

Johnny’s eye twitched. “Everything ********’ sucks.” He grumbled leaving the couch. In the kitchen he pulled out some old bread and dropped it into the toaster. After that he left to the bathroom where he just stood looking at himself in the mirror.

The stress and lack of sleep had gotten to him now. His naturally red-orange eyes were dull and his skin was ghostly pale. The raven black and red streaked hair on his head had grown out almost to his shoulders. Johnny hadn’t left the house for any reason other than shopping; he ate very little and grew very thin from starving himself. It was hard for him to have nothing to live for. Worst of all he had taken up a couple of bad habits, one was drinking. He thought that it seemed to temporarily help him relax, but it didn’t help his temper. He had also started becoming aggressive.

“People are ugly…” He said to his reflection while he washed his face and return to his toast, which had been burnt to a crisp. Annoyed Johnny ate the toast and went back to his desk, but not before grabbing a beer from the fridge.

He had been going to collage to be a musician. The music he wrote was quite beautiful. And of course he was the most successful and creative one in his class. Johnny looked at his papers again, blank pages were all that was there, he hadn’t written anything in months. Disgusted Johnny threw the papers on the floor.

“I hate this… I guess I’ll go out for a bit.” He mumbled grunting as he stood up. He slipped on his long black coat and pink scarf and stumbled the door. “I need some more beer anyway.” Staying sober didn’t matter to him anymore.

Town was a long ways away and he walked to town because he hated cars. Cars ruined his life. As he walked he hummed the classical tune “In Hall of the Mountain King”. It was the first song that Johnny had learned on an instrument. It was the song that really inspired him to make music in the first place. But he made music to impress his parents, to make them proud of him. And his true inspiration was gone. He couldn’t stand it anymore.

Johnny kicked an innocent pinecone across the ground. “Why the hell does this s**t have to happen to me?!” Johnny said tears coming from his eyes. “And why the hell can’t I get this out of my head!” unable to see out of the brief tears Johnny tripped over his own foot landing on his stomach in the dirt. “********! I MAY AS WELL ******** DIE! I CANT EVEN ********’ WALK ANYMORE!” Johnny yelled at the trees around him. His other habit was random outbursts of cursing. He rubbed his eyes drying the tears and leaned against a tree. “Pull yourself together Johnny,” He said to himself. “You don’t want someone to think your crazy. You’re not crazy! No no perfectly normal!” Johnny laughed insanely. “No way in Hell I’m going crazy!”

“I’m not going crazy, I’m going mad.” Johnny frowned. “All things pass eventually right? I’ll get over it!” He began to wonder through the forest towards town once again. When he came to the forest end where a highway started he stopped. “This isn’t right,” Johnny said looking about the quiet road. “I could’ve sworn I was going the right way…”

Johnny walked out onto the road. Brush surrounded the other side of the street making it hard to see what was on the other side. He walked over and tried pull aside the mixed weeds and vines. Something pricked Johnny’s finger “Dammit!” he squirmed. The thorn from a berry vine was the cause of his discomfort. A drop of blood formed on the end of his finger at the p***k mark. He sucked on the end of his finger whining. “Stupid bush.”

Johnny started up the road. Figuring he got turned around and the road would lead him to town anyway. “There’s not even a car out here.”


Thats a chunk of the intro... its not my at all one of my favorite writings/story ideas but its kinda my first 'book' so more or less practice writing... I consider my other stories to be just stories...

I might post more later... or not... depends on the reviews...

Johnny is my OC character... (c) xgravitation