Young Writers Society

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Knock. Nothing.
Knock. The sound of a person getting up off the couch.
Knock Knock.
"I'm coming. Relax!"

"Shit, man. You're a sight for sore eyes!"
"Ya ya, can I come in?"
"Sure thing. You okay?" He makes way for me and lets me in his house.
"Ohh, man. This A/C is just what I need right now."

- Air Conditioning is my artificial shade. "Artifically chilled air" is a really really good phrase, I heard it somewhere once. Whoever said it was a bad sentence is an idiot.-

"Yeah, I'd be dead without it. What your problem eh?"
"I'm just hungover. I need to hit a show."
"You came to the right place."
"I know that."

Plastic baggy, green bud, scissors, papers, roll it, filter, lighter, moment of truth.

The smoke filled my lungs and I immediately felt one hundred times better.
As my eyes glazed over, and my red blood cells danced around like fraternal party-goers, I sunk into the leather couch and let the Television take me away.

Brak Show, joint-Hawaiian Punch.
MXC, bong-grilled cheese.

"I gotta go home for dinner dude."
"K."
"Got a twenty bag?"
"Yeah, sure."
"Thanks, peace."
"Peace."

I arrived to an empty house. Not entirely empty, just free of any other life.

"Hullo?" I ventured.

Nothing.

I shrugged my shoulders and went directly to the fridge.

Old Pizza, Salad Kit, Beer, Eggs, Buns, O J, Some Chicken, MYsterious Brown Stuff (could be Hummus), Assorted Veggies and Fruit, Yesterday's mashed potatoes.

In other words...Nothing Good.

I got high and played video games for the rest of the night.
If I only knew then that I was going to die the next day.

Heehee...

Wait... He dies?! O.o

Hurry up with the next bit then!

Very interesting. Also, intensely readable, since it's so short.

I just have one nitpick...

For the first entry, you started out in third person and moved on to first. It was kind of... sudden.

I'm not trying to stick to any style whatsoever. From first to third and back again, I care not.
The story will change like my moods and the seasons.
And oh yes. He dies

Paint a perfect picture.
A handsome young man fresh from a good nights rest. His loving family and their economical routine based morning. See the consumption of countless name brands.
Paint a perfect picture.

"Did you study for your math test?"

Orange juice is spit across the table. The sprayee is wide eyed and exasperated.

"I totally forgot!"
"Surprise surprise."
"I'll be fine, its all review anyways."
"Your life, do what you want."

Our protagonist finishes his breakfast, flips his nupsack on, and scoots out the door, skateboard in hand.

Paint a perfect picture.
Glorious summer days complimented by the chorus of birdsong and the olfactory stimulation of a thousand pollinated flowers. The same handsome young man skateboarding at breakneck speeds down the sidewalk, weaving through pedestrian traffic and ollieing garbage cans.
See a bus that he does not see.
It's too late.
Paint a perfect picture.

Wow, okay I can't think of anything to say (which is pretty unusual). Very cool I like it, alot.

At least he doesn't need to worry about his maths test

Yeah that's true.

Haha, no math test indeed



People say that when you die, you see a light at the end of a tunnel.

Our life is indeed a path. And at the end of that path is indefinately a clearing.
But that clearing is dark. And forboding. And evil. And as equally menacing as it is terrifying.

Nobody really knows this, but the moment you die, the afterlife comes at you like a bus.

There was certainly no light. Not really darkness either.
Darkness is merely the absence of light. What I saw was anti-light. The pigment that lurked far beyond the absence of light. The pigment of death.

Death ain't so bad I guess. We'll see what he makes of me.

Please keep going!

He died!

"You look skinny and sick, boy."
"I could say the same to you."
"Cute."

The Grim Reaper "looked" at me and appeared to nod his "head".

"Am I really dead?" I said.
"Dead as a door knob, so they say."

I stared down at my body, and the Reaper laid an icy "hand" on my back.

"It's not so bad, really." He "said".
"Easy for you to..." I stopped myself.
"Wise choice. Now then, shall we?"
"Where are we going?"
"Where do you want to go?"
"Ummm, Heaven?" I ventured.
"Hmm," The Reaper took a book with my name on it out of his black robe and flipped through with a bony "hand". "That seems unlikely." He "said".

I frowned and slouched. I couldn't really be surprised. I was pretty bad in my life, that, and its hard to be surprised when you are dead.

"What other choices do I have then?"
"Hell, or Limbo."
"What's Limbo?"
"Nothingness, actually. It seems a lot like this world, only you'll walk around emotionless for all eternity. Unable to sleep, or find any pleasure in life. And don't even think that getting drunk will get you drunk. Anything you found pleasure in your past life, will, well, never bring you pleasure again."
"You make it sound so nice." I said sarcastically.
"I've been told I should sell used cars."
"And Hell?"
"Torture, pain, excrusiating experiments being attempted on you every hour of every day."
"I guess I'll take Limbo, then."

I think The Reaper tried to smile underneath his hood.
"Most do." He "said".

Love it!

I awoke the next morning sick to my stomach.
Only I didn't feel sick.

I went downstairs and my family was gone. I had some Orange Juice.
It had no taste.

I looked at the digital clock and it it read 00:01.
I thought I should be surprised, but I wasn't.
I shrugged my shoulders ( a gesture I would soon get quite used to).

I went outside because I couldn't think of anything else to do.
The sun was directly above the world, but everything was shady.
I looked around my neighbourhood. Everybody was shuffling along slowly, staring at their feet.

I went up to the nearest person.

"What is this." My voice was monotonous, where was the question mark?
"What is what." The girl I stopped looked at me. Or through me. It would have looked the same.
"I mean, whats going on."
"Go away."

She shuffled past me.

I shrugged my shoulders and started shuffling myself. I had no idea at the time, but I was shuffling myself off a cliff.

Hmm, that's really interesting. So have you done this before? It's really cool.