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About the book -the book is science-fiction -the part you are going to read is about a sixth of the full chapter - this part only introduces the protagonist - his character and habit of over-analyzing any situation
- the first chapter introduces two main characters
- a prolouge will be added
- After writing two full length chapters I am too excited about the book that I stopped being hesitant whether I should distribute my work on the internet (small sense of paranoia - someone might steal my book)
When giving me your opinion and views of this section of the story, I would like you to guess the age of the main character.
This website might cut off the section I am going to post, so please, understand that there is much more insight on the protagonist in the rest of the chapter.
This is the time to say hello, right? After finding yet another individual that has sparked my sexual attraction, I stare at the person for at least two minutes. I am not just saying that I intermittently poke my head in the girl’s direction, widening my eyes every twenty seconds, but I carefully and quietly observe every external element. I scan in a sequential order each time. First, the hips, next the arms, then the legs, chest, abdominal, ankle and feet, and neck areas, and finally, the head (which includes ears, facial domain, and hair). I did not notice the girl right away. Though, eventually, I found her in the middle of a lengthy line. The line started from the book store of the mall and seemed to pass the main entrance near the center. An endless row of people were waiting to get a certain book signed by the now- famous author, A. A. Salinder. The bestseller – The Human Mind: The Wondrous Benefits It Bestows Upon Us – has sold over fifty million copies worldwide in three days. With an unannounced arrival to the bookstore, the author planned to experiment with how fast the news can spread. In less than thirty minutes, the wait for having a book signed by the so-called “divine author” reached two hours. Within five days of its debut, reports on the news, forums and blogs, and chat rooms through the internet have been filled with statements of thankfulness, mental revelations, and countless theories of why society “thinks”.
The girl was located significantly close to the entrance. The inevitable anticipation traveled through her body like a wave washing over the sandy shore. Her foot tapped the tiled floor with an ebullient pace. Her finger tips turned into a euphoric white as she squeezed a copy of The Human Mind in her hands. With a swift reflex she took a step forward, staring jealously at yet another person who came out of the main entrance. Ones who carried a signed copy of the book would eye it intently while using their peripheral vision to walk. Ones who did not would turn their heads to the incredible line, wondering what amazing event is occurring.
For some odd reason, for I have not ever done this while observing a girl, I spent too much time on the girl’s feet. Her shoes can be categorized in the “toeless” section, and on these rare occasions when I am able to examine the toes, I abnormally shiver with delight. This uncomfortable fact made me look deeper into myself. I never took the time to discuss with myself why I would study the external parts of a woman with such intensity. Every time I was to ponder on the topic I immediately stopped myself from tunneling further into my own inner thoughts. Did I do this because I was afraid of what I might find?
With reassurance of my own social sanity, I instantly evaded my eyes from the girl. After about thirty seconds I twisted my head slowly to the near-front of the line. The girl was looking at me. Looking became staring, and staring became obsession. What have I done? There has never been an occasion when I have been caught? Was I caught? Or did she just see me turn away from staring at her? Then why is she staring at me, now? I repeated these questions in my head. The half of my internal body that has a strong sexual attraction to the girl’s toes ordered me to stay, while the half that was socially accepted told me to walk away. My second half seemed to make more sense. In the perception of another, I am just some person standing in the middle of a mall… alone. I realized that, at the moment, I was completely alone – my existence was invisible to the passing crowd and kiosk managers. Though, I did not come alone; I am not that socially dysfunctional.
At around eleven a.m. a couple of friends and I decided that we have not partaken in an activity in weeks (approximately seven weeks). At around noon we arrived at the city mall and, in the end, we divided into groups of two. My “partner” stayed with me for a while; we talked about what we have been doing since the group last met and caught up with the usual neighborhood gossip.
Facts about the book:
About the book -the book is science-fiction -the part you are going to read is about a sixth of the full chapter - this part only introduces the protagonist - his character and habit of over-analyzing any situation
- the first chapter introduces two main characters
- a prolouge will be added
- After writing two full length chapters I am too excited about the book that I stopped being hesitant whether I should distribute my work on the internet (small sense of paranoia - someone might steal my book)
When giving me your opinion and views of this section of the story, I would like you to guess the age of the main character.
This website might cut off the section I am going to post, so please, understand that there is much more insight on the protagonist in the rest of the chapter.
This is the time to say hello, right? After finding yet another individual that has sparked my sexual attraction, I stare at the person for at least two minutes. I am not just saying that I intermittently poke my head in the girl’s direction, widening my eyes every twenty seconds, but I carefully and quietly observe every external element. I scan in a sequential order each time. First, the hips, next the arms, then the legs, chest, abdominal, ankle and feet, and neck areas, and finally, the head (which includes ears, facial domain, and hair). I did not notice the girl right away. Though, eventually, I found her in the middle of a lengthy line. The line started from the book store of the mall and seemed to pass the main entrance near the center. An endless row of people were waiting to get a certain book signed by the now- famous author, A. A. Salinder. The bestseller – The Human Mind: The Wondrous Benefits It Bestows Upon Us – has sold over fifty million copies worldwide in three days. With an unannounced arrival to the bookstore, the author planned to experiment with how fast the news can spread. In less than thirty minutes, the wait for having a book signed by the so-called “divine author” reached two hours. Within five days of its debut, reports on the news, forums and blogs, and chat rooms through the internet have been filled with statements of thankfulness, mental revelations, and countless theories of why society “thinks”.
The girl was located significantly close to the entrance. The inevitable anticipation traveled through her body like a wave washing over the sandy shore. Her foot tapped the tiled floor with an ebullient pace. Her finger tips turned into a euphoric white as she squeezed a copy of The Human Mind in her hands. With a swift reflex she took a step forward, staring jealously at yet another person who came out of the main entrance. Ones who carried a signed copy of the book would eye it intently while using their peripheral vision to walk. Ones who did not would turn their heads to the incredible line, wondering what amazing event is occurring.
For some odd reason, for I have not ever done this while observing a girl, I spent too much time on the girl’s feet. Her shoes can be categorized in the “toeless” section, and on these rare occasions when I am able to examine the toes, I abnormally shiver with delight. This uncomfortable fact made me look deeper into myself. I never took the time to discuss with myself why I would study the external parts of a woman with such intensity. Every time I was to ponder on the topic I immediately stopped myself from tunneling further into my own inner thoughts. Did I do this because I was afraid of what I might find?
With reassurance of my own social sanity, I instantly evaded my eyes from the girl. After about thirty seconds I twisted my head slowly to the near-front of the line. The girl was looking at me. Looking became staring, and staring became obsession. What have I done? There has never been an occasion when I have been caught? Was I caught? Or did she just see me turn away from staring at her? Then why is she staring at me, now? I repeated these questions in my head. The half of my internal body that has a strong sexual attraction to the girl’s toes ordered me to stay, while the half that was socially accepted told me to walk away. My second half seemed to make more sense. In the perception of another, I am just some person standing in the middle of a mall… alone. I realized that, at the moment, I was completely alone – my existence was invisible to the passing crowd and kiosk managers. Though, I did not come alone; I am not that socially dysfunctional.
At around eleven a.m. a couple of friends and I decided that we have not partaken in an activity in weeks (approximately seven weeks). At around noon we arrived at the city mall and, in the end, we divided into groups of two. My “partner” stayed with me for a while; we talked about what we have been doing since the group last met and caught up with the usual neighborhood gossip.