Post by CathoraGal on Aug 15, 2009 18:07:57 GMT -5
Well, this is the first story I've written after months of Writers Block. I'm not particularly proud of it, but I figured I might as well share anyway. Constructive crits are well loved! 
870 Words, a little more then 2 pages.
In the wasteland, the cool breeze rustled the bushes and trees. He sat alone, staring at the houses before him. Thinking, pondering.
"What are you doing, bud?" a familiar voice spoke to him. He turned to face the speaker, his short, brown hair blowing in the wind; his blue eyes blinking away the dirt that came with it.
"You already know. Don’t bother asking." His answer was sharp and firm. The creature before him was not human like him, but a strange half breed. This one, whom he called Butler, was some sort of small white rodent. Probably a rat, but he couldn’t be bothered to ask.
"Why do you say that? I never know what you’re doing; you humans don’t make any sense to me." Butler said as he drank from a soda can. He probably got it from one of the old convenience stores around the town.
"What do you mean 'you humans?' You’re the same as me, Butler. You’re just a figment of my imagination." He said this with conviction, trying to get this thing to understand. It never did.
Butler sighed and crushed his soda can."There you go again with the imagination stuff. I’m real, I’ve told you that like a billion times." He through the can into a nearby puddle, which caused a small splash on impact. He then looked up into the air, the grey clouds were packed together and it looked like it would rain.
He turned away. He just didn’t want to talk to Butler at the moment. Besides, if he ignored him long enough he would just disappear, he wasn’t real anyway.
He looked at the desolate wasteland around him. There was nobody else around in what used to be a bustling town. He never questioned it, he liked the solitude. After a few years, he stopped caring. He didn’t much care for people in the first place.
Of course, now there was the constant problem of these imaginary creatures following him around. Imaginary creatures who thought they were real. He never tried to convince them. He knew they weren’t real, that’s all that mattered.
He wandered into an old convenience store and grabbed a soda from the freezer. On his way out, he noted another one of those creatures. This one was a girl, he called her Mistress. She was a blind white tailed deer. She had these white cloudy eyes that made him shudder; they had such an eerie feel to them.
"What do you want?" he asked her, opening his soda and taking a drink.
"I simply want to talk with you. Please, follow me." She spoke with a monotone that gave him the creeps. He followed, though; he had nothing better to do.
They walked twenty minutes at least, enough time for him to finish his soda and throw the can out on the deserted street. They came to quaint little building. As Mistress gestured towards him to come in, he wondered why he was following an imaginary deer around in the first place. He entered without questions anyway.
This house seemed to be where Mistress lived. It was full of many different little trinkets, some he didn't recognize, but they seemed rather queer. She led him into a small room with a shiny orb on a table.
"What is this, some sort of gypsy shit?" he asked, sitting himself down on a chair in front of him.
"You could say that, I suppose." Mistress said softly, sitting across from him. "Tell me young one, what is your name?"
He snorted. "Why should I tell you? You're part of my imagination."
"You don't think I'm real." She said simply. She stared at him with her white, unmoving eyes. He looked away, if felt weird looking at her.
"No, I don't think you're real. And why should I? You're some weird half breed!" he said impatiently, still looking down towards the table.
It was quiet for only a few moments, though it seemed much longer. The silence was soon interrupted by Mistress's calm voice.
"You question my existence because of my species, and you don't even know what your name is."
He snorted. Of course he knew his name. "Alright, I'm done with this." He said sharply. He scooted away from the table and began walking out of the room.
"You don't wonder what happened to your species?" she said, still sitting down.
He stopped. "Why should I wonder about it?"
Mistress stood and wandered over to him. "Truly, you are a strange human. I've never known one of your kind who does not have an insatiable curiosity."
"What do you mean? I'm the only human you've met! You don't exist!"
Mistress seemed to ignore his screaming. She simply turned and wandered out the back door.
"Maybe you should do some exploring outside of town. You might find out why we 'nonexistent creatures' are bothering you so much."
He stared at her as she walked away, and walked out of the house as soon as she was out of sight. "That crazy deer, why on earth would I want to leave this town?"
As he wandered away, he was hit by a startling realization.
"What is my name?"
870 Words, a little more then 2 pages.
In the wasteland, the cool breeze rustled the bushes and trees. He sat alone, staring at the houses before him. Thinking, pondering.
"What are you doing, bud?" a familiar voice spoke to him. He turned to face the speaker, his short, brown hair blowing in the wind; his blue eyes blinking away the dirt that came with it.
"You already know. Don’t bother asking." His answer was sharp and firm. The creature before him was not human like him, but a strange half breed. This one, whom he called Butler, was some sort of small white rodent. Probably a rat, but he couldn’t be bothered to ask.
"Why do you say that? I never know what you’re doing; you humans don’t make any sense to me." Butler said as he drank from a soda can. He probably got it from one of the old convenience stores around the town.
"What do you mean 'you humans?' You’re the same as me, Butler. You’re just a figment of my imagination." He said this with conviction, trying to get this thing to understand. It never did.
Butler sighed and crushed his soda can."There you go again with the imagination stuff. I’m real, I’ve told you that like a billion times." He through the can into a nearby puddle, which caused a small splash on impact. He then looked up into the air, the grey clouds were packed together and it looked like it would rain.
He turned away. He just didn’t want to talk to Butler at the moment. Besides, if he ignored him long enough he would just disappear, he wasn’t real anyway.
He looked at the desolate wasteland around him. There was nobody else around in what used to be a bustling town. He never questioned it, he liked the solitude. After a few years, he stopped caring. He didn’t much care for people in the first place.
Of course, now there was the constant problem of these imaginary creatures following him around. Imaginary creatures who thought they were real. He never tried to convince them. He knew they weren’t real, that’s all that mattered.
He wandered into an old convenience store and grabbed a soda from the freezer. On his way out, he noted another one of those creatures. This one was a girl, he called her Mistress. She was a blind white tailed deer. She had these white cloudy eyes that made him shudder; they had such an eerie feel to them.
"What do you want?" he asked her, opening his soda and taking a drink.
"I simply want to talk with you. Please, follow me." She spoke with a monotone that gave him the creeps. He followed, though; he had nothing better to do.
They walked twenty minutes at least, enough time for him to finish his soda and throw the can out on the deserted street. They came to quaint little building. As Mistress gestured towards him to come in, he wondered why he was following an imaginary deer around in the first place. He entered without questions anyway.
This house seemed to be where Mistress lived. It was full of many different little trinkets, some he didn't recognize, but they seemed rather queer. She led him into a small room with a shiny orb on a table.
"What is this, some sort of gypsy shit?" he asked, sitting himself down on a chair in front of him.
"You could say that, I suppose." Mistress said softly, sitting across from him. "Tell me young one, what is your name?"
He snorted. "Why should I tell you? You're part of my imagination."
"You don't think I'm real." She said simply. She stared at him with her white, unmoving eyes. He looked away, if felt weird looking at her.
"No, I don't think you're real. And why should I? You're some weird half breed!" he said impatiently, still looking down towards the table.
It was quiet for only a few moments, though it seemed much longer. The silence was soon interrupted by Mistress's calm voice.
"You question my existence because of my species, and you don't even know what your name is."
He snorted. Of course he knew his name. "Alright, I'm done with this." He said sharply. He scooted away from the table and began walking out of the room.
"You don't wonder what happened to your species?" she said, still sitting down.
He stopped. "Why should I wonder about it?"
Mistress stood and wandered over to him. "Truly, you are a strange human. I've never known one of your kind who does not have an insatiable curiosity."
"What do you mean? I'm the only human you've met! You don't exist!"
Mistress seemed to ignore his screaming. She simply turned and wandered out the back door.
"Maybe you should do some exploring outside of town. You might find out why we 'nonexistent creatures' are bothering you so much."
He stared at her as she walked away, and walked out of the house as soon as she was out of sight. "That crazy deer, why on earth would I want to leave this town?"
As he wandered away, he was hit by a startling realization.
"What is my name?"
