It should be known, that I hate this in every way, but am going to continue to write it due to the fact that writing this shit keeps me going. I should also say, I hate the plot line I'm setting up for it.
Also, I hate chapters. So I'll be doing /parts/. Three or four. 75-100 pages done in verdana size 7pt. (Though I know you probably don't care about what size I type in, or the font, now do you?)
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We all have needs. And we have wants. A lot of wants. Some people
some how categorize some wants as needs, necessities that we must
have to survive. |
I sat and stared at the monitor screen, watching the little cursor blip from not there, to being there. This was to be the beginning to my 'Grand essay', of sorts. It really was just a book that I had been thinking about for quite some time. I didn't have my hopes up for it being published, but that was okay. As long as I'd written it, I would be satisfied. It would be a rare occasion if it did get published; it would make me happy.
I don't know what publishers publish essays or things like what I'm writing; I hadn't done my research. That probably made me a fool. The book I was writing was about human nature - it probably had been done before - like what we feel and what we feel we need. Our emotions.
I was currently stuck on what to write next. I stared blankly at the screen, racking my mind for anything that would make sense in this jumble of words I thought no one would ever get a chance to read. Hell, I might even scrap the essay in the future if it became too tiresome to write. I don't know yet, obviously.
It was then I heard a knock on my front door. I slid out from my chair and walked through my open door to the front door. I peered through the peephole to see who it was. It was my friend, Albert Kenneth. Albert and I had known each other since our seventh grade year together. We were good buddies and had used to do things together all the time. Now that we were getting older, we haven't done much recently. I was just going on twenty-seven, he on twenty-nine. Not that old. I chuckled a bit at the realization. Albert had been held back once, after his seventh grade year. If he hadn't been, I wouldn't know who he was. I had heard about him though, how he was always the athletic one. The guy who all the girls wanted. He was a charming, good-looking man, indeed.
How we came to meet each other, I do not know. For that fact, I don't think anyone knows. Neither of us remembers how we met. I didn’t understand what brought him here today, for we haven’t spoken in forever. I unlocked my door and pulled it open.
“Hi, Albert,” I said, putting a warm smile on my face, “What brings you here?” I asked innocently.
He didn’t answer right away, and in those few miniscule seconds between my question and his answer, I looked at his face. Mostly in his eyes. His eyes were a dark blue-gray color, and currently were displaying fear. I could also tell he was tensed up. The way he stood, his arms planted stiff at his side with his hands stuffed in his coat pockets. There was definitely something wrong.
“Just… coming by to say hello,” I could tell he struggled with what to say, “Mind if I come in?” he prompted. I nodded and moved aside, and he briskly stepped in. I led him to my living room, and then went to get us drinks.
I called from the kitchen, “What would you like to drink?”
“Water, please,” he replied. I walked back carrying two glasses, both filled with water. I set both down on my coffee table I had in front of my single couch. Even when sitting, he didn’t lose his tenseness. If he didn’t feel safe in a private home, then there was definitely something wrong. I decided it was time to take action, and ask him why he was in such a state of mind, and not let him say no to answering.
I looked at him hard in the eyes before I spoke, signifying that he was about to be questioned, “So, why are you really here?”
Also, I hate chapters. So I'll be doing /parts/. Three or four. 75-100 pages done in verdana size 7pt. (Though I know you probably don't care about what size I type in, or the font, now do you?)
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We all have needs. And we have wants. A lot of wants. Some people
some how categorize some wants as needs, necessities that we must
have to survive. |
I sat and stared at the monitor screen, watching the little cursor blip from not there, to being there. This was to be the beginning to my 'Grand essay', of sorts. It really was just a book that I had been thinking about for quite some time. I didn't have my hopes up for it being published, but that was okay. As long as I'd written it, I would be satisfied. It would be a rare occasion if it did get published; it would make me happy.
I don't know what publishers publish essays or things like what I'm writing; I hadn't done my research. That probably made me a fool. The book I was writing was about human nature - it probably had been done before - like what we feel and what we feel we need. Our emotions.
I was currently stuck on what to write next. I stared blankly at the screen, racking my mind for anything that would make sense in this jumble of words I thought no one would ever get a chance to read. Hell, I might even scrap the essay in the future if it became too tiresome to write. I don't know yet, obviously.
It was then I heard a knock on my front door. I slid out from my chair and walked through my open door to the front door. I peered through the peephole to see who it was. It was my friend, Albert Kenneth. Albert and I had known each other since our seventh grade year together. We were good buddies and had used to do things together all the time. Now that we were getting older, we haven't done much recently. I was just going on twenty-seven, he on twenty-nine. Not that old. I chuckled a bit at the realization. Albert had been held back once, after his seventh grade year. If he hadn't been, I wouldn't know who he was. I had heard about him though, how he was always the athletic one. The guy who all the girls wanted. He was a charming, good-looking man, indeed.
How we came to meet each other, I do not know. For that fact, I don't think anyone knows. Neither of us remembers how we met. I didn’t understand what brought him here today, for we haven’t spoken in forever. I unlocked my door and pulled it open.
“Hi, Albert,” I said, putting a warm smile on my face, “What brings you here?” I asked innocently.
He didn’t answer right away, and in those few miniscule seconds between my question and his answer, I looked at his face. Mostly in his eyes. His eyes were a dark blue-gray color, and currently were displaying fear. I could also tell he was tensed up. The way he stood, his arms planted stiff at his side with his hands stuffed in his coat pockets. There was definitely something wrong.
“Just… coming by to say hello,” I could tell he struggled with what to say, “Mind if I come in?” he prompted. I nodded and moved aside, and he briskly stepped in. I led him to my living room, and then went to get us drinks.
I called from the kitchen, “What would you like to drink?”
“Water, please,” he replied. I walked back carrying two glasses, both filled with water. I set both down on my coffee table I had in front of my single couch. Even when sitting, he didn’t lose his tenseness. If he didn’t feel safe in a private home, then there was definitely something wrong. I decided it was time to take action, and ask him why he was in such a state of mind, and not let him say no to answering.
I looked at him hard in the eyes before I spoke, signifying that he was about to be questioned, “So, why are you really here?”
