Excercise Eleven

I just wrote a bit of fiction for... fiction class. Anyways I though I'd post em. Each is supposed to be an original first paragraph to a novel, and since I don't have any access to saving this and the fact they amuse me, I'll blog them. If you don't like that, tough.

1. Nobody seemed to notice me, I was probably better off dead anyways. Those looks I received all my life, those blank piercing evil eyes, never changed over the years as I grew up alone, unsupervised on the cold streets. They murmured under their breaths horrible unspeakable slurs, things that my innocent ears had not even the slightest clue as to their meaning. By the adult’s tone I knew they couldn’t be nice. Whenever I came up to another kid my age on the playground somebody would chase me away screaming something about corrupting their innocence. I wasn’t even allowed to know why I was so horrible. Maybe I could change if I got that chance.

2. Drip. The only sound I could hear as I stood with my arms chained to the ceiling. The searing numbness of staying in that exact position for what felt like days. The poor wiring electrified the ankle deep water I was now standing in. I couldn’t feel my legs anymore, but that was probably for the best. I had no idea why I deserved such a torture. All I did was come to this quiet little country and picked up a few souvenirs. When I went to board the plane to come back to my home, the customs agent went through my things and started screaming looking at the jade monkey I had found in an old cobblestone building. Instantly a gaggle of muscle bound grunts jumped me and I was thrown here.

3. Titus was never the one to kiss and tell. Despite all the pleading of his best friend Sarah, he stood firm and refused to tell her any detail from this night’s date with the beautiful vixen named Ami. Sarah tried to cite precedence to how she would share every detail about her so-called flings, but Titus stood firm masterfully stating he didn’t want to hear about those. Titus hadn’t even recalled ever telling his friend about the rendezvous in the first place and stated this fact to his nosey comrade. Sarah quickly blushed, turned her eyes away and made a quick attempt to change the subject. Unbeknownst to Titus, Sarah was trying to live vicariously through a girl that thought she was far too popular to even acknowledge her existence. She had always meant to tell him, but sadly she was the quiet wallflower and he was the pompous womanizer. She had accepted long ago they could never be. Still, she found some solace in her daydreams.

Ciao 'Corpsters