Friday, April 29, 2011

Bit of (unfinished) Creative writing

The blank document screen stared back at joe Williams, as he cracked open the first can of the last batch of 8 percent bourbons. Revelling in the first sip, the cool caramel liquid soothing its way through his body, he relaxed back in his chair and regarded the computer. Behind the document editor , his teenage collection folder was open, and two vlc media player windows blinked at him. He knew that this letter could save him a lot of hassle. Court ordered costs. Lawyer fees. Possible jail time? His life potentially stretching out in ruins in front of him, and all he could think of was the hours of filth he’d saved up over the years.

“Perhaps I should prepare for the hours ill be in jail.. by watching hours of porn over and over again , commiting it to memory” he mused, stroking his 2 day old man-urchin’s beard.

Taking another sip of bourbon, he clicked away from word, and clicked onto his internet browser. He drummed a little samba of excitement on the mouse pad, as his customised home page loaded into view. An RSS feed of various forums and blog sites streamed across the page, while his rapid share tracker flashed incessantly as new cam whore files were uploaded.

“where to start, where to start” he pondered, mouse poised on his bookmark bar. Facebook.. redtube.. various forums.. news sites.. reddit..

“Facebook” he muttered to himself, a coffee stained grin spreading across his face. What better way to while away a few hours then clicking through friends profiles, hoping to find that flash of flesh suitable for saving away for later hours. By now his apology letter was long forgotten, all thoughts of reparation for his misdeeds long forgotten. Besides, was he really to blame for using the mr whippy tune as a ringtone while walking past a playground? Surely it hasn’t been made illegal to receive a call while fondling oneself, he couldn’t be blamed . That’s how the judges would see it anyway. Clicking onto one of his favourite local uni girls, he noticed she’d uploaded a new album – “fun in the sun” . Heartbeat racing, he eagerly clicked, waiting for the page to load. Curse the new way of loading pictures, half the excitement is clicking through next photo, eyes being bombarded with flesh. Ah well, with an album name like that one could be sure a few pics would be making their way to the “local media” folder.

12 comments:

  1. I love the story. you should finish it!

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  2. Thats good stuff, I'd read more if you post it.

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  3. You really need to finish this. It's quite awesome.

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  4. Not sure where you're going with this, but interested enough to continue reading.

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  5. finish this up, im into the story

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  6. Looking forward to the finished story :)

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  7. A bit too much of descrpition, but somehow u manage to keep my attention ahaha go on!

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  8. Great little piece of story, friend! I can't wait for the finished product.

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