Yea, so I claimed this part of the forum, what you wanna fight about it? *Ominous gangster handsign*
Anyhow, I felt like writing something so I wrote a page, my first one on the site. I've got some thoughts on tying a story to it but would like some input on it, length, detail, sentence structure, word choice, etc. I'm just testing out a good/my way to write, this is my first. Would be much appreciated =)
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Monday.
"Purple haze all in my brain... Lately things just don't seem the same ... Actin' funny, but I don't know why... Scuse me while I kiss the sky... "
You notice you were bopping your head along with Jimi Hendrix, mumbling the words mutely as you stared at the monitor in front of you, its bright light irritating your bloodshot eyes. It's been a regular day for you, took the bus to your school this morning, piss annoyed because you forgot about some course you applied for to get some points. Normally this wouldn't be a biggie, a few years past your twenties and nearly all of those in school, you’re used to snaking your way through each semester. You’re devious like that. But now you were pissed, this course made you get up early and you had the day off due to some ill teacher or whatever. So not the usual lectures about the classic Greeks or Hitler’s Third Reich but instead a coaching course, like those lessons last year weren't enough. Which you passed of course, being devious like that.
It had been shitty weather all day, gray and bleary, with nothing but water pouring down the sky and wind messing up your damn umbrella. Why even bother, keeps you dry for a bit until it decides to just slam inside out and bust some spokes, not only failing in doing its damn job of keeping you dry but also making you look like an ass in public. Anyway, you fulfilled your educational duty and made your way back home. None of your mates were out, figures, so you decided to spend an evening behind the pc and game away.
20:37 PM.
You had some dinner with your parents and plopped yourself before your desk, cluttered with all manners of crap, ranging from empty cups and cigarrete packs to schoolbooks and a pocketknife. After a round of sum' good ole Counter Strike and the first part of the latest action movie you downloaded you decide now was as good a time to get stoned as any, you rolled one up with practiced ease and slipped outside. A good deal less surefooted than before you found your way back to your gaming rig and played a bit of the latest RPG. Now you’re bopping along with Jimi Hendrix, stoned buzz in your head and a mouth dry as the cups in front of you, eyes stingy and red. All the classic signs were there, you were sure feeling them.
You figure you could go and start doing something else, if you wanted to of course.
1. Leave your room and get something to drink.
2. Game away!
3. Why stop? Keep bopping and don’t stop the music!
4. Did I hear something about getting stoned?
