You suck butt

Back in like JUNE I promised a lot more material from me and I remember this post quite well because I fully intended to do so and spent a lot of time thinking about possible story lines. There was only one problem. I don’t have any ideas now,  now that I have access to a real life laptop on the daily. Another issues is that I don’t have a real audience. Which is kind of an issue because I can’t even ask people what they want to see from me or challenge myself ;-;

So am working on both of those issues but in the mean time here is the first  two chapters to a story I started writing like 6 months ago

Tuesday, October 26, 6:30 am

 

“The sound of a writer tapping away on the keys has always given me great joy. To know that someone is spinning the tales that the children of tomorrow will retell. There has to be a new Shakespeare, so that our old friend can take a break from all he has to uphold even after death. But, I’m sure you know, sometimes writing is like giving birth, minus all the excruciating physical pain of course. Because in end, it was all worth it. Because after years and years, you have finally made something worthwhile. A story, a tale, something that will never ever die. And your name, along with that book, will live on forever. Maybe even become the book that kids groan about reading in school, unaware that their unhappiness is a victory unto the writer even in the afterlife.” –  Chapter 3, Water Eyes: The Power of Many by MiIn Yoongi

What touching words for such a shitty author.

Just minutes ago, Kayrin had boarded the filthy train, and already he was sick. Maybe it was the crappy writing. Or the immense amount of litter everywhere. Either way, he would be sick if he didn’t get off this train right now.

Only one problem. The roadblock of a person sitting next to him. Who the hell thought that him in a window seat would be a good idea? It wasn’t like there was a lot to see on the subway.

Not much he could do about the auburn-haired stranger sitting right next to him, who, now that he looked again, was sleeping quite soundly despite Kayrin’s constant fidgeting in his tiny chair. All he could do was hope that he didn’t puke in the stranger’s lovely face.

Sunday, October 31st, 8;00 am

His glasses, where the hell were his glasses. He couldn’t leave the house without being able to see, that was unacceptable. His plane left in two hours and he was nowhere near ready to leave. And there was no way he would start packing without being able to see.

Sunday, October 31, 8:00 am

“Kayrin, my name is Kayrin and I really need to be on that plane.”

The TSA official looked at his ID with suspicion, and continued to rummage through his suitcase.

 

The airport was packed. With all the halloween festivities and people in costume everywhere he could understand the extra security, but he really needed to be on that flight. There were people dressed up as superheroes, pumpkins, and everything inbetween. Along the white walls were officers every about 4 yards, all of them had the same expression, a mix of boredom and amazement.

Kayrin squinted at his watch (He never did find those glasses.), and gawked at the time. Eight O’clock. The plane was supposed to have left already! He really did not have the time, or the patience, to be dealing with this right now.

“Please sir, I really need to board this flight.”

The officer glanced up at the clock, closed Kayrin’s suitcase, and waved him forward.

He took off across the airport, running into people all the way, and just barely made it to the terminal in time.

Once he boarded, he immediately started to regret this trip. He got motion sickness in cars, let alone planes. This trip was not going to be pleasant.

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