Post by Kenny on Oct 29, 2012 0:30:13 GMT -6
Author's note:
"Yeah, bringing you another disturbing creation from the mind of one sick animal who can't tell the difference."
(While I most likely won't be submitting this for any sort of contest, I felt trying to write a long story was necessary for November's 'national novel writing month' so I am putting it here. And I started early for I wouldn't forget about the idea. Feel free to post feedback here as I will just be editing this post with new chapters.)
Ricky shook his head as those words swam around in his head. They started speeding up until eventually they were yelled into his head. The man clenched his fists but just decided to obey as he looked around. It was a Monday, time for work. He stood up and headed over to his dresser. Taking out his clothes and setting them on his bed before he turned his head to check the time. ‘7:04’ it read with its glowing green text. He needed to be at work at seven thirty, his alarm was supposed to have gone off at six thirty. Uttering a quick curse Ricky began moving faster from place to place as he got ready.
Don’t worry about it, when you’re late it will give you an excuse to finally beat the shit out of your boss for him being hard on you. The voice spoke again uttering a dark chuckle afterwards. Doing his best to ignore it again, Ricky headed over to the bathroom. He entered the shower and speedily washed himself, the warm water flowing down into the drain.
Soon he was finished, dried and clothed before again standing in front of the bathroom sink. He speedily started brushing his teeth as he stared at himself in the mirror. Ricky was a tall, thin yet muscular man at twenty nine years old. His black hair was parted to the right and was medium-length. His face was clear of any markings and he had a small amount of facial hair all around his head.
In a few minutes he was done and started heading to his car. Taking a quick look at his watch the man saw that it was seven twenty-one which meant he was going to be late. Slamming his fist onto his car’s dashboard he immediately started driving. As he took a turn he heard a small buzzing in his head. “Hungry?” It asked as Ricky realized he didn’t get anything for breakfast and hadn’t done it any day last week either. His entire schedule was messed up between sleepless nights, working overtime, his friends becoming distant and now this.
He started getting angry, muscles flexing and blood starting to flow but took a deep breath to relief himself of the feeling. “Aw, but that’s no fun!” went the voice in a taunting tone.
As he pulled into an empty space, Ricky hurriedly opened the door and started sprinting to the buildings door. He took another quick glance at his watch which just turned to seven thirty-eight. He was already late, might as well slow down. The man shook his head. He was shocked by what just happened but kept going. The voice had in a way disguised itself as his thoughts and he almost obeyed it when he shouldn't have. As he reached his office he set his stuff down and jogged to the counter before leaning forward. He worked as a bank teller which led to him often getting bored and just standing in place for hours at a time. Though he was happy as he didn’t think his boss would notice he was l- his thoughts were interrupted by a tapping on the counter in front of him. Looking to the source of the sound, he saw his boss standing there with a demeaning look on his face. “Late again huh Rick?”
"Yeah, bringing you another disturbing creation from the mind of one sick animal who can't tell the difference."
(While I most likely won't be submitting this for any sort of contest, I felt trying to write a long story was necessary for November's 'national novel writing month' so I am putting it here. And I started early for I wouldn't forget about the idea. Feel free to post feedback here as I will just be editing this post with new chapters.)
The Buzzing
Chapter 1
Get up
Ricky shook his head as those words swam around in his head. They started speeding up until eventually they were yelled into his head. The man clenched his fists but just decided to obey as he looked around. It was a Monday, time for work. He stood up and headed over to his dresser. Taking out his clothes and setting them on his bed before he turned his head to check the time. ‘7:04’ it read with its glowing green text. He needed to be at work at seven thirty, his alarm was supposed to have gone off at six thirty. Uttering a quick curse Ricky began moving faster from place to place as he got ready.
Don’t worry about it, when you’re late it will give you an excuse to finally beat the shit out of your boss for him being hard on you. The voice spoke again uttering a dark chuckle afterwards. Doing his best to ignore it again, Ricky headed over to the bathroom. He entered the shower and speedily washed himself, the warm water flowing down into the drain.
Soon he was finished, dried and clothed before again standing in front of the bathroom sink. He speedily started brushing his teeth as he stared at himself in the mirror. Ricky was a tall, thin yet muscular man at twenty nine years old. His black hair was parted to the right and was medium-length. His face was clear of any markings and he had a small amount of facial hair all around his head.
In a few minutes he was done and started heading to his car. Taking a quick look at his watch the man saw that it was seven twenty-one which meant he was going to be late. Slamming his fist onto his car’s dashboard he immediately started driving. As he took a turn he heard a small buzzing in his head. “Hungry?” It asked as Ricky realized he didn’t get anything for breakfast and hadn’t done it any day last week either. His entire schedule was messed up between sleepless nights, working overtime, his friends becoming distant and now this.
He started getting angry, muscles flexing and blood starting to flow but took a deep breath to relief himself of the feeling. “Aw, but that’s no fun!” went the voice in a taunting tone.
As he pulled into an empty space, Ricky hurriedly opened the door and started sprinting to the buildings door. He took another quick glance at his watch which just turned to seven thirty-eight. He was already late, might as well slow down. The man shook his head. He was shocked by what just happened but kept going. The voice had in a way disguised itself as his thoughts and he almost obeyed it when he shouldn't have. As he reached his office he set his stuff down and jogged to the counter before leaning forward. He worked as a bank teller which led to him often getting bored and just standing in place for hours at a time. Though he was happy as he didn’t think his boss would notice he was l- his thoughts were interrupted by a tapping on the counter in front of him. Looking to the source of the sound, he saw his boss standing there with a demeaning look on his face. “Late again huh Rick?”
