One Page thread
September 20, 2012 at 8:52 am
(This post was last modified: September 20, 2012 at 10:25 am by Reforged.)
Figured we could all try imitating the style of Chip Zdarskys One Page series. If you don't know it google it, its a riveting read.
ESCAPE FROM TRENCHCOAT CITY
As the last grain of sand fell down the hour glass Alf knew his time was up.
Several dark looming figures appeared at the open front door, their presence barely distinguishable from the night behind them.
"Mr Riley, we are here." their leader said plainly, the rain spattering on his long black coat.
"Yes... yes I know." Alf solemnly responded. He did know. He had known for as long as his memory would care to recollect.
"This shouldn't have been necessary Mr Riley, you should of just given us what we want. Now what do you think we are going to have to do?"
Alf lighted a ciggerette and said nothing, smoking it silently. He didn't have anything to say. He couldn't remember how this had all started or how it had all led here. How his life had changed from that of a simple family man to that of a loner desperately struggling for survival. He certainly didn't know what was to happen next. It felt like his whole life had been spent in utter ignorance. Wandering aimlessly yet still guided down this inevitable path that had taken him right here, in the middle of this fucking mess.
"I don't suppose we can postpone this?"
"I think you'll find that you've postponed enough Mr Riley." the figure sharply retorted.
Again, he had no answer. The man spoke the truth. Alf inhaled his ciggerette, savoring the sweet warm sensation it fills him with that all too soon dissapates into a cold hunger for the next puff. There was no avoiding it this time.
"So if you'll just show us where the freezer and the plasma screen television is we'll be on our way."
"Yeah, sure."
Alf watched as they bundled both into the lorry.
"Mr Riley, please make your payments for the other stuff on time or we'll have to come back"
"Yep. Sorry."
As he watched them drive off into the distance and disappear into the night he gave a sharp exhale of relief.
"Daddy, am I going to have to go on the game with Mommy?"
Alf started and turned around. He calmed down and some weight appeared to lift off his shoulders. He hugged the child laughing warmly.
"Oh Mandy Mandy Mandy... probably."
With that they retreat back to their abode hoping to find some scraps of food left behind where the freezer once was and watch the blank space where the TV used to be.
ESCAPE FROM TRENCHCOAT CITY
As the last grain of sand fell down the hour glass Alf knew his time was up.
Several dark looming figures appeared at the open front door, their presence barely distinguishable from the night behind them.
"Mr Riley, we are here." their leader said plainly, the rain spattering on his long black coat.
"Yes... yes I know." Alf solemnly responded. He did know. He had known for as long as his memory would care to recollect.
"This shouldn't have been necessary Mr Riley, you should of just given us what we want. Now what do you think we are going to have to do?"
Alf lighted a ciggerette and said nothing, smoking it silently. He didn't have anything to say. He couldn't remember how this had all started or how it had all led here. How his life had changed from that of a simple family man to that of a loner desperately struggling for survival. He certainly didn't know what was to happen next. It felt like his whole life had been spent in utter ignorance. Wandering aimlessly yet still guided down this inevitable path that had taken him right here, in the middle of this fucking mess.
"I don't suppose we can postpone this?"
"I think you'll find that you've postponed enough Mr Riley." the figure sharply retorted.
Again, he had no answer. The man spoke the truth. Alf inhaled his ciggerette, savoring the sweet warm sensation it fills him with that all too soon dissapates into a cold hunger for the next puff. There was no avoiding it this time.
"So if you'll just show us where the freezer and the plasma screen television is we'll be on our way."
"Yeah, sure."
Alf watched as they bundled both into the lorry.
"Mr Riley, please make your payments for the other stuff on time or we'll have to come back"
"Yep. Sorry."
As he watched them drive off into the distance and disappear into the night he gave a sharp exhale of relief.
"Daddy, am I going to have to go on the game with Mommy?"
Alf started and turned around. He calmed down and some weight appeared to lift off his shoulders. He hugged the child laughing warmly.
"Oh Mandy Mandy Mandy... probably."
With that they retreat back to their abode hoping to find some scraps of food left behind where the freezer once was and watch the blank space where the TV used to be.
"That is not dead which can eternal lie and with strange aeons even death may die."
- Abdul Alhazred.
- Abdul Alhazred.
