Rain Wanderer
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Let's read the following 655 words
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Tail.
So my lucky coin has decided. Time to part with Cindy. About time, too, I am already getting bored with her.
Head.
Seem like Amy is the lucky girl tonight. Might as well get ready now to meet with my new girl. Cindy didn't even pick the phone up when I call her. Some guy's voice was answering me. I guess we finally think alike for once. Love is just a toss of a coin after all. Cindy got head not long ago. Now she got the tail, and so she is out of my life, like many girls before.
Another head.
Romantic boy tonight? Fine. A change of facade sometime is not bad at all. I should get some flowers for Amy. White roses are good. "For your pure and innocent beauty" would be the perfect line. Maybe I should reserve a spot at Joe's restaurant now. He still owns me from the time I introduce him to that girl, what was her name again? Samantha, I think. That guy is fine with recycle goods.
Tail again.
Good. Sharing an umbrella with Amy under this rain fits my idea of romantic. She live only a few blocks away from here, after all, and Joe's place is not that far from her house. I don't like having my brand new suit getting wet though. Maybe I should get there fast before the rain gets harder.
Head this time. One more head. Last time...head.
Alright, I trust you, my lucky coin, so you better not getting me in trouble. If it is not for you, I would never pick this girl up into my house. Man, she looks like a highschooler. Did she run away from home? That would be the best explanation of why she lies unconscious in front of my house. Not good. It is never good to have a highschool girl in a 23-years-old guy’s house in the beginning. At the worst, I could have been labeled as a kidnapper and a pedophile. I should have let the police handle this...but there is no use complaining now when I already take her in. Maybe I will wait until she wakes up and then hand her to the police. You are not lucky tonight then, Amy. Don’t be angry with me when I tell you that. It is the coin’s fault.
Tail. Head. Tail. Tail. Head...
How long have I been making decisions of my life with this coin? And how many mistakes I will blame on it? Have I lie to myself too much recently? And why the hell I am thinking all of this? I should get myself busy instead of playing with the coin...That girl will need something to change into when she wakes up...Good thing Cindy is a forgetful woman. She still left her clothes here since the last time she moved in. Now she won’t need them anymore. I hope the girl won’t get any idea with the lingerie…
Head eh?
Yeah...It is the best choice after all. Getting mad at this girl won’t help me solve the situation at hand.She had just awakened, after all. I have to be mature like an adult. With a deep breath, I will turn back and try to reason with her in the most sincere caring voice I could fake out...
“You see, I am worried about you, so-”
“No”
I am amazed with my own self-restrain ability, trying not to slap her when she said that to me with such an attitude while I am trying to be nice to her. The heck with being an adult, this calls for some dramatic measures.
“Fine! I will just call the police and have them get you out of my sight.” She should understand the threat and leave peacefully.
“Then I will tell them that you kidnapped me and forced me to wear those horrible lingerie to have sex with you.”
Dear God, what have I got myself into?
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Now, can you guess:
1.The genre of the story?
2.What is going on?
3.What might happen next?
This story is an experiment with stream of consciousness writing. I apologize for the confusion it may cause.
Oh dear. Seem like my experimental writing is a failure.
Also, it is not finished, for those who didn't figure it out.
Well, I guess experimental is experimental. I am trying out things I have not try before. Seem like I manage to confuse a whole lot of people with my fail definition of stream of consciousness writing.
@Glissade: Thanks, but no, really, I confuse people this way. XD
The actual story I want to tell is:
That player guy is a guy who use his lucky coin to decide on everything, and he had just use it to decided that he would dump his old girl for a new one. He was preparing to meet the new one, when he suddenly found out a girl in front of his house, unconscious. He was debating if he should call the police, or bring her inside first. The coin says the latter, so he did. He think a little about himself and how he use the coin for everything, even doing something such as bringing that girl in. Then he try to get rid of the thought by thinking about what the girl's clothing which got wet since it was raining. He then think of his old girl's clothes in the wardrobe, and that he would show the girl the wardrobe, which include the lingerie. Then he, logically, telling her to go home, which the girl keep saying no to. He tried to call police to get her home, and got the threat.
get rid of that "what" before "the girl's" from the above.
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Tail.
So my lucky coin has decided. Time to part with Cindy. About time, too, I am already getting bored with her.
Head.
Seem like Amy is the lucky girl tonight. Might as well get ready now to meet with my new girl. Cindy didn't even pick the phone up when I call her. Some guy's voice was answering me. I guess we finally think alike for once. Love is just a toss of a coin after all. Cindy got head not long ago. Now she got the tail, and so she is out of my life, like many girls before.
Another head.
Romantic boy tonight? Fine. A change of facade sometime is not bad at all. I should get some flowers for Amy. White roses are good. "For your pure and innocent beauty" would be the perfect line. Maybe I should reserve a spot at Joe's restaurant now. He still owns me from the time I introduce him to that girl, what was her name again? Samantha, I think. That guy is fine with recycle goods.
Tail again.
Good. Sharing an umbrella with Amy under this rain fits my idea of romantic. She live only a few blocks away from here, after all, and Joe's place is not that far from her house. I don't like having my brand new suit getting wet though. Maybe I should get there fast before the rain gets harder.
Head this time. One more head. Last time...head.
Alright, I trust you, my lucky coin, so you better not getting me in trouble. If it is not for you, I would never pick this girl up into my house. Man, she looks like a highschooler. Did she run away from home? That would be the best explanation of why she lies unconscious in front of my house. Not good. It is never good to have a highschool girl in a 23-years-old guy’s house in the beginning. At the worst, I could have been labeled as a kidnapper and a pedophile. I should have let the police handle this...but there is no use complaining now when I already take her in. Maybe I will wait until she wakes up and then hand her to the police. You are not lucky tonight then, Amy. Don’t be angry with me when I tell you that. It is the coin’s fault.
Tail. Head. Tail. Tail. Head...
How long have I been making decisions of my life with this coin? And how many mistakes I will blame on it? Have I lie to myself too much recently? And why the hell I am thinking all of this? I should get myself busy instead of playing with the coin...That girl will need something to change into when she wakes up...Good thing Cindy is a forgetful woman. She still left her clothes here since the last time she moved in. Now she won’t need them anymore. I hope the girl won’t get any idea with the lingerie…
Head eh?
Yeah...It is the best choice after all. Getting mad at this girl won’t help me solve the situation at hand.She had just awakened, after all. I have to be mature like an adult. With a deep breath, I will turn back and try to reason with her in the most sincere caring voice I could fake out...
“You see, I am worried about you, so-”
“No”
I am amazed with my own self-restrain ability, trying not to slap her when she said that to me with such an attitude while I am trying to be nice to her. The heck with being an adult, this calls for some dramatic measures.
“Fine! I will just call the police and have them get you out of my sight.” She should understand the threat and leave peacefully.
“Then I will tell them that you kidnapped me and forced me to wear those horrible lingerie to have sex with you.”
Dear God, what have I got myself into?
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Now, can you guess:
1.The genre of the story?
2.What is going on?
3.What might happen next?
This story is an experiment with stream of consciousness writing. I apologize for the confusion it may cause.
Oh dear. Seem like my experimental writing is a failure.
Also, it is not finished, for those who didn't figure it out.
Well, I guess experimental is experimental. I am trying out things I have not try before. Seem like I manage to confuse a whole lot of people with my fail definition of stream of consciousness writing.
@Glissade: Thanks, but no, really, I confuse people this way. XD
The actual story I want to tell is:
That player guy is a guy who use his lucky coin to decide on everything, and he had just use it to decided that he would dump his old girl for a new one. He was preparing to meet the new one, when he suddenly found out a girl in front of his house, unconscious. He was debating if he should call the police, or bring her inside first. The coin says the latter, so he did. He think a little about himself and how he use the coin for everything, even doing something such as bringing that girl in. Then he try to get rid of the thought by thinking about what the girl's clothing which got wet since it was raining. He then think of his old girl's clothes in the wardrobe, and that he would show the girl the wardrobe, which include the lingerie. Then he, logically, telling her to go home, which the girl keep saying no to. He tried to call police to get her home, and got the threat.
get rid of that "what" before "the girl's" from the above.