Late night typing

[Celestial]

Here's an interesting thing I just started typing tonight. It's a new style of writing I'm trying out, and I'd like to know what you guys think of it.

I don?t know what it all started out as, but I know what it has become. The question now is what is real and what is not. How can you tell the difference when your clarity has been drowned in sin? I?ve become so blind that I can?t even see you for what you are. The world has become a vision of horror, and I am its conductor.

Beep.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Wham! ?Damned alarm?? I groggily broke myself away from the bed. I flashed a quick glance to the time on the clock and felt relief. I don?t know why, but for some reason the early hour sent relief waving through my fresh energy. I jumped from the bed with bristling energy and headed for the bathroom. Without any real thought, I grabbed a towel and hung it on the brass rack on the shower door and hopped in, turning the water temperature to a familiar heat. I traveled through an almost conditioned routine of cleaning up while humming an all-to familiar tune. I turned off the water and quickly toweled myself off with a refreshing feel. With gentle grace on the wet tiled floor I kept from falling flat on my ass and made my way to the mirror and sink. Using the towel I cleared the thick fog of moisture from the shower?s heat off the mirror and looked deeply into the image it presented me. The towel fell sharply to the floor.

?Who am I?? I yelled desperately to the alien face that greeted me in the mirror. It felt so wrong. Everything about the routine of the day so far, and the spaces around me were so familiar, but this face that I saw upon the mirror, this strange man?he wasn?t me.

All comments are welcome on this one

[*Jess♥]

I like this style.

It is very personal like a one on one.

[Guest]

Its a very interesting piece indeed, I like it, do you intend to do more?

[Celestial]

I did add more after I posted this, and I also went back and changed some of the sentences around so that 'I' was used less to start sentences.

What makes this style so different for me is that I'm doing everything on the fly. I'm just typing whatever comes into my head, and not taking alot of time to force things together. It's sort of written up in a random way.

If you guys like the way it's turning out though, I just may start writing like this more often. I do think I'm going to continue this one

[Thunder Demon]

And he says" Gimme more, gimme more".

I like it. (Interesting start too.)

[*Jess♥]

Random is good!

Thats how i do most of my work.

it gives a more original feel and less .... fake.

[Guest]

I like your charactor expression. It feels very good and refreshing. If you can put a plot to this, I am so there!

[Celestial]

Here's some more for you guys Yes there is a plot that I kinda came up with on the fly. It's very loose and not likely to show itself for a while, but I really like the way this is all turning out.

Finding Yourself

Tell me what you do when you find that you aren?t yourself. If you have the answer than please tell me, because I don?t know it. I don?t know where to begin, and I don?t know where it will end. All I do know is that something is wrong.

What happened? What happened between yesterday and now? Why can?t I remember!? I thought carefully as I ventured to the garage with the large, thick black overcoat draping about my black suit. It took some careful feeling in the dark to find the switch, but eventually if flicked up with a gentle click and the reasuring flare of light.

?Holy drenn! That can?t be mine...? I gawked at the gleaming car. ?A 1965 GT-350 Hertz glared back at me with its brilliant black paint and accenting gold stripes. Like a giddy school-kid I ran to the front of the car and popped up the hood. Staring back at me was the engine I?d only thought of in my head-a DOHC all-aluminum 429. ?I always wanted to make this.? A smile crossed my face.

With the garage door up, I flipped the key and flared the beast of a car up. A light tap to the clutch and a gentle gesture with the shifter was all it took to throw the car into reverse. So much power moved through the driveline that I could feel the vibrations of the engine with every revolution through the whole car. I timidly eased the car out of the garage with the gentlest of ease. I honestly had no idea of what to expect from the car. I straightened the car out in the street and moved to neutral with a stop. I sat there for a moment heaving with expectation. I had dreamed about a machine like this for so long I didn?t think it was possible. Now I was living it.

First gear. Off clutch, off brake. On gas. Shift?fast. ?Holy drenn!? The car roared through RPMs so fast I could barely shift before redlining it. The tires squealed all through first gear, and finally caught grip in second. I blazed down the street leaving a trail of smoke and burning tire treads. I returned to more timid driving as my body seemed to take along a preset course to work. I had no idea of what to expect when I pulled into a parking spot a mere fifty feet from a massive black building littered with people moving to and fro. With its location in town I was almost positive it was some sort of federal building, but I shuffled off my ideas as I shut off the car and got out, locking the doors. With a gradual, sturdy pace, my feet picked up where the car had left me, and took me up to the front of the building. For some reason I pause just outside the doors and shuffled through my pockets till my right hand came back to light bearing a laminated tag-an I.D. tag. I was pleased to find that my name was listed as Kit Cloud-familiar and right to my mind, not body. Just above the picture of myself read the characters ?Z06? in bold. It clipped to my jacket pocket quite nicely and accented my black suit surprisingly well.

Inside the building seemed to have an even larger scale than it appeared from the outside. Massive glaring windows rose up in the expansive lobby for what must have been three floors and flooded the entire area with lush natural light. In front of me a series of guards blocked off access any further, and behind them rose up the grand three floors of office rooms. The only access above, or beyond was four simple elevators situated several feet behind the guards. No stairs.

?Ah, good morning Sir.? One of the guards greeted me with a smile.

?Morning.? I responded after some hesitation. He passed a quick glance at my badge to abide rules, then stepped aside and gestured me forward.

?Welcome to Z06, Agent?

I nodded to him with a confused look that he luckily didn?t notice, and resumed my pace towards the elevators. Stepping inside I clicked of the number twelve out of habit, and waited for the doors to close. Just as they began to close a young lady around my age ran up and jumped past the doors huffing, ?Wait!? I briefly nodded at her with a smile as the doors closed all the way, ?You just made it.?

[jedi-guyver]

Im liking this very much. Can I guess the plot. I have an idea of what it is.

[Thunder Demon]

Im liking this very much. Can I guess the plot. I have an idea of what it is.

Hmm, a character with amnesia, having know idea of who or what he is. with unexpected twists in his life...

Hey, wait, that sounds like my story!

Okay, seriously, yeah, meh tinks I gots a verry good idea of de plot.

[Celestial]

well then, let's hear what you think the plot is

In the meantime, I'll try and type up some more tonight. Later

[jedi-guyver]

Im liking this very much. Can I guess the plot. I have an idea of what it is.

Hmm, a character with amnesia, having know idea of who or what he is. with unexpected twists in his life...

Hey, wait, that sounds like my story!

Okay, seriously, yeah, meh tinks I gots a verry good idea of de plot.

Something like that but I kinda thought this is how the guy always wanted is life to be kinda like the movie with Nicoles Cage......but not really

[Guest]

It kinda sounds like this guy is a newly processed zoanoid or something. That he was a guy that has been brain washed and put through the process. It would be an interesting idea... I meen, before Chronos took over the world and started propoganda, how many people were actually altered willingly? At the same time, he also sounds elite enough to be a hyper zoanoid. Strange? The two don't quite seem to work, but I guess I'll have to see what you're really doing?

Oh, and will you be writing a bridge from the bathroom scene to the garage? It's a big jump. Did he spend an hour or two going over it in his mind, dealing with the shock, before he started to accept the situation and continue to explore?

[Thunder Demon]

Nah, I was tinking more of along de lines of his parents and what thye had become, did, who they were, their race, yada yada yada, etc. etc.

You get the idea.

Anyway, assuming his parenths had thomething to do do with hith problemth, then well, you fill in the blank.