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Hi.
I've got an absolutely enormous story in my head. It's been there, for a long, long time.
I really, however, need to get it out onto paper/topic. Writing it alone is difficult... but writing it out here is dangerous, because then the idea could be stolen. So I'm going to copyright all my entries into this topic, I hope SR don't mind... :0) Or, I'm going to at least try. :0D Could always ammend it later.
So, this topic is going to be a chapter based story, that I'm going to try and write in whenever I can. Please, please, please don't add to this... but comments will be fantastic, but make them in another topic, please. I just need to write, that's all... but it's going to be really, really difficult to write. Must do it though.
And you may recognise one or two characters in this... :0)
That's all. Ta. And now you get to know my name because I love this story so much. :0D
--poncy serious mode, but hey, could be worth it--
All ideas, stories, characters and entries into this topic by the Special Reserve forum user "Grix Thraves": © Darren Williams 2002
--end poncy serious mode--
Right, I'll start writing. :0)
I've got an absolutely enormous story in my head. It's been there, for a long, long time.
I really, however, need to get it out onto paper/topic. Writing it alone is difficult... but writing it out here is dangerous, because then the idea could be stolen. So I'm going to copyright all my entries into this topic, I hope SR don't mind... :0) Or, I'm going to at least try. :0D Could always ammend it later.
So, this topic is going to be a chapter based story, that I'm going to try and write in whenever I can. Please, please, please don't add to this... but comments will be fantastic, but make them in another topic, please. I just need to write, that's all... but it's going to be really, really difficult to write. Must do it though.
And you may recognise one or two characters in this... :0)
That's all. Ta. And now you get to know my name because I love this story so much. :0D
--poncy serious mode, but hey, could be worth it--
All ideas, stories, characters and entries into this topic by the Special Reserve forum user "Grix Thraves": © Darren Williams 2002
--end poncy serious mode--
Right, I'll start writing. :0)
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CHAPTER TWO - From now on, you'll be history
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"La laaaa, la laa laaa la, la laa laaa la, la la laaa laaaa..."
Grix couldn't see anything. It probably had something to do with him having his eyes closed.
"La laaaaaaa, laaa laaaaa..."
What the hell just happened...? Wasn't he just...
Oh dear.
"Laaaaa laaaaaa!"
And what the hell was that noise!
Grix opened his eyes, and looked around.
The dull coloured stones on which he lay were cracked, and darkened... moss grew between them... about ten... short... people, were dancing around him with there hands joined, singing the repetitive laaing... but they were all dressed in ripped clothes, faded in the sun...
"He's awake!" Shouted one... in a rather squeaky voice...
"He's awake!" Shouted another.
"We welcome you!" Shouted a third.
"Yes, we welcome you!"
"Am I dead?" Asked Grix.
The people stopped dancing, let go of each other’s hands, looked at each other, and then at him.
"What?" Said one.
"Err... I thought I was in an accident."
"We go to the lengths of preparing this show for you, and all you can think about is yourself...?" one said, dressed in a faded green. "I can't believe this." He threw his hands down, and walked away for a few steps, before turning around and walking back. He pointed at him, and said "**** you man, **** you good." in a high pitched voice, and walked off.
"Look what you've done!" Squeaked another. "John was worried about this. He TRIED to convince us that you'd do this... that you wouldn't care... I mean, for Christ's sake, look at us. What... about ten of us... not that much really? No…? and look at the state of this place... we just wanted you to feel welcome man... God... and the backlash we got... the back... well, **** you, truly."
"What? No! This is lovely! Really" Grix said quickly, still wondering what the hell was going on.
The ten or so short and squeaky people dispersed, leaving Grix sitting in the centre of the small town... a tatty windmill lay on a hill far up to his left, one and a half of the sails had been broken off... a small tavern that the small ones had just walked into, with a door just high enough for them to get in, and that was tatty too...
Little houses, all with faded paint, smashed or boarded up windows... What the hell was this? It couldn't be heaven... and... well... it didn't quite feel like hell...
Grix stood up, and turned around. "I don't think I'm in Kansas anymore..." he said to himself.
In front of him, looking him straight in the eyes, was the most disturbing looking creature he's ever seen in his entire life. Small steel glasses lay on a black and furry sheep’s head, which in turn was attached to a body of wool and thin arms and legs covered in thin black hair, dressed over with a blue jacket and purple shirt.
"Let me guess, you're Toto."
The creature punched Grix straight in the face, and he fell back down, and hit his head on the cracked tiles.
"Yeah. I'm Toto." The thing said, staring down at him.
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"La laaaa, la laa laaa la, la laa laaa la, la la laaa laaaa..."
Grix couldn't see anything. It probably had something to do with him having his eyes closed.
"La laaaaaaa, laaa laaaaa..."
What the hell just happened...? Wasn't he just...
Oh dear.
"Laaaaa laaaaaa!"
And what the hell was that noise!
Grix opened his eyes, and looked around.
The dull coloured stones on which he lay were cracked, and darkened... moss grew between them... about ten... short... people, were dancing around him with there hands joined, singing the repetitive laaing... but they were all dressed in ripped clothes, faded in the sun...
"He's awake!" Shouted one... in a rather squeaky voice...
"He's awake!" Shouted another.
"We welcome you!" Shouted a third.
"Yes, we welcome you!"
"Am I dead?" Asked Grix.
The people stopped dancing, let go of each other’s hands, looked at each other, and then at him.
"What?" Said one.
"Err... I thought I was in an accident."
"We go to the lengths of preparing this show for you, and all you can think about is yourself...?" one said, dressed in a faded green. "I can't believe this." He threw his hands down, and walked away for a few steps, before turning around and walking back. He pointed at him, and said "**** you man, **** you good." in a high pitched voice, and walked off.
"Look what you've done!" Squeaked another. "John was worried about this. He TRIED to convince us that you'd do this... that you wouldn't care... I mean, for Christ's sake, look at us. What... about ten of us... not that much really? No…? and look at the state of this place... we just wanted you to feel welcome man... God... and the backlash we got... the back... well, **** you, truly."
"What? No! This is lovely! Really" Grix said quickly, still wondering what the hell was going on.
The ten or so short and squeaky people dispersed, leaving Grix sitting in the centre of the small town... a tatty windmill lay on a hill far up to his left, one and a half of the sails had been broken off... a small tavern that the small ones had just walked into, with a door just high enough for them to get in, and that was tatty too...
Little houses, all with faded paint, smashed or boarded up windows... What the hell was this? It couldn't be heaven... and... well... it didn't quite feel like hell...
Grix stood up, and turned around. "I don't think I'm in Kansas anymore..." he said to himself.
In front of him, looking him straight in the eyes, was the most disturbing looking creature he's ever seen in his entire life. Small steel glasses lay on a black and furry sheep’s head, which in turn was attached to a body of wool and thin arms and legs covered in thin black hair, dressed over with a blue jacket and purple shirt.
"Let me guess, you're Toto."
The creature punched Grix straight in the face, and he fell back down, and hit his head on the cracked tiles.
"Yeah. I'm Toto." The thing said, staring down at him.
Fantastic beginning Grix. Don't neglect it or I'll throw some ducks at you :-)
CHAPTER ONE - The End
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They were moving again.
Grix Thraves knew when he was bored... much like everyone else did. Although the yawning made it obvious, and the trying to insert his face into the counter didn't actually make that much difference from him to the next man... it was the fact, when ever he got slightly tired, fed up, the benches outside began to move.
It was slowly at first. He'd watch, and they'll creep down lower, hiding behind the till... and he'd watch as the benches just slid... then, one irratic clunk as they jumped up at him... It scared him crapless the first time, but now, he just prefered to play along.
"Grix, stand up straight."
"...I was just resting. Sorry. It's hard work, waiting."
"That's all very fair... but what would the customers think? 'I have to buy my burger from THAT lazy individual?'"
Debbie Hayden. The anti-logic Queen. Sure... people would probably think he did look a little lazy lying down on a counter, if there were any people to actually see him. The stupid theme park had been dead all day. Nothing at all to do with the fact they've had the same stupid rides in it for about seven years... He didn't know one person who ever wanted to ride 'Baby Bunny's Flossy Ride of Fun' again... he didn't really know that people who would admit to going on it in the first place.
"B**ch." Came the voice. But he'd never repeat it. He hardly ever paid attention... "Go on, call her Andy's b**ch. Say you're fed up with this p***-poor job and you want to go make something of your life."
"And Andy wants to see you. He sent me down personally." Debbie said.
"Why? What's up? This isn't to do with the toilet incident again, is it?"
Debbie made the grin that showed how inexperienced she was at doing so... her nostrils flared, and her teeth showed, obviously discarded through decades of a lack of care and attention.
"No..." She said, squeezing the word between her teeth... Grix could almost feel the dirt being lifted by the speech. "...not about that this time..."
Debbie laughed and walked away. Probably to find another poor sap to pick on.
Grix put his face back into the counter again, and the voice came back.
"You're about to be sacked. Empty the till."
Grix had learned to ignore the voice a long time ago... the amount of trouble it had got him into for listening to it was amazing... he felt such an idiot for leaving it so long before he actually started to ignore it...
"No... actually, you're right. Don't do it. Wait until next Wednesday, you're going to have a seven days notice."
Grix stood up straight, and looked outside. It started to rain, heavily. Fantastic.
He picked up the keys to the small burger bar, walked out, and locked the door... and as he was shutting the front latch down, to cover up the till and counter, he couldn't help but notice his reflection in a puddle that formed beneath him.
The poor nineteen year old that stared up back at him, the red and blue uniform that he seemed to wear day in, day out... blue hat, blue trousers, red shirt, blue pinny... The little name badge, the welcoming 'Hi! My name is:', with his bad handwriting, on which his future with medicine has been predicted many times, underneath, revealing his name to the world, in case they wanted to report him. The only reason to give out your name, so was that other people could talk about you and both know who they were talking about. And he just had to accept it.
Grix sighed, and remembered he was getting wet. He walked past the benches, and stared at them through narrow eyes. Then he shrugged, and told them he'd miss them.
----------
The walk to Andy Simpson's office was pointlessly short. At any time, he could come down and see them himself... but nah, too much paperwork. All those people he had to talk and write about.
"Sit down, Grix."
There wasn't a chair.
Grix looked around, sure he'd just made a mistake... and Andy just looked at him. There was normally a chair in here... it hadn't run off, like the rest of them?
Grix walked back slowly, and leaned backwards against the wall, hitting it with a bump on his back. He stretched his legs out, and sat down slowly against it. He noticed he had just missed a framed map of the park... he couldn't work out if it was good or bad that he hadn't hit it and smashed it.
"I'm... not sure how to break this news to you," Andy lied. "So I'll just come out with it. I'm afraid your performance at Silly Billy Fun Boy Whoopee Amusement Park has left little to be desired... I'm afraid I'm going to just... have to lay you off."
"I'm fired?" Grix asked.
"No, I'm promoting you." Andy said. "Sorry... err... bad joke. No, you're fired."
There was a laugh from within Grix's skull. He didn't show it.
"But Silly Billy Fun Boy Whoopee Amusement Park is my life!" Grix lied. "I love working here! You can't fire me!"
"You've left me no choice, Grix. This is just your seven days notice though... you've got a week... so I hope you can enjoy the rest of your time here..." Andy smiled.
"I feel like shoving a bunny up his a**e." Said the voice.
"Me too." Grix replied.
"Oh good..." Andy said, and smiled. "You'll recieve your pay a week today then... I'm glad you didn't take this too badly... I've had some real trouble with sacking some people..."
"I bet." Grix said.
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It was still raining. Chucking it down.
The bus didn't turn up today. Probably didn't want to get wet.
Grix just couldn't be bothered now... the walk was miles home... give it seven minutes, and his mother would be ringing him anyway. Poor old dear. She wouldn't be able to do anything, but she worries so much. Ended up in a wheelchair from a boating accident, doesn't want anyone to have fun in the world in revenge.
But he looked after he... well hell, she was his mum. He would phone her, tell her he was alright, if it wasn't for the fact he didn't have any phone credit.
Grix looked up into the night sky, letting his face get soaked by the rain... he pulled off his cap, and shoved it into his pinny pocket. Why the hell he forgot his change of clothes this morning... oh yeah... Clare rang him.
He smiled at the moon... and watched as it glowed over him... he got out his phone, and read through his text messages from the night before.
'Look at the moon. Nighty night. XXX'
It was sent from Clare... his girlfriend. He loved her so much... and also the reason why he didn't have any credit. He couldn't talk to anyone... he felt so lonely, so empty... and then, when he met her... it was fantastic. He had finally found someone he could talk to, and she...
Grix smiled to himself, and put his phone back on lock. He looked at the floor, looked up, and looked the bus that was meant to pick him up straight in the headlights.
It hit him, smack on. And that was it.
------------------------
They were moving again.
Grix Thraves knew when he was bored... much like everyone else did. Although the yawning made it obvious, and the trying to insert his face into the counter didn't actually make that much difference from him to the next man... it was the fact, when ever he got slightly tired, fed up, the benches outside began to move.
It was slowly at first. He'd watch, and they'll creep down lower, hiding behind the till... and he'd watch as the benches just slid... then, one irratic clunk as they jumped up at him... It scared him crapless the first time, but now, he just prefered to play along.
"Grix, stand up straight."
"...I was just resting. Sorry. It's hard work, waiting."
"That's all very fair... but what would the customers think? 'I have to buy my burger from THAT lazy individual?'"
Debbie Hayden. The anti-logic Queen. Sure... people would probably think he did look a little lazy lying down on a counter, if there were any people to actually see him. The stupid theme park had been dead all day. Nothing at all to do with the fact they've had the same stupid rides in it for about seven years... He didn't know one person who ever wanted to ride 'Baby Bunny's Flossy Ride of Fun' again... he didn't really know that people who would admit to going on it in the first place.
"B**ch." Came the voice. But he'd never repeat it. He hardly ever paid attention... "Go on, call her Andy's b**ch. Say you're fed up with this p***-poor job and you want to go make something of your life."
"And Andy wants to see you. He sent me down personally." Debbie said.
"Why? What's up? This isn't to do with the toilet incident again, is it?"
Debbie made the grin that showed how inexperienced she was at doing so... her nostrils flared, and her teeth showed, obviously discarded through decades of a lack of care and attention.
"No..." She said, squeezing the word between her teeth... Grix could almost feel the dirt being lifted by the speech. "...not about that this time..."
Debbie laughed and walked away. Probably to find another poor sap to pick on.
Grix put his face back into the counter again, and the voice came back.
"You're about to be sacked. Empty the till."
Grix had learned to ignore the voice a long time ago... the amount of trouble it had got him into for listening to it was amazing... he felt such an idiot for leaving it so long before he actually started to ignore it...
"No... actually, you're right. Don't do it. Wait until next Wednesday, you're going to have a seven days notice."
Grix stood up straight, and looked outside. It started to rain, heavily. Fantastic.
He picked up the keys to the small burger bar, walked out, and locked the door... and as he was shutting the front latch down, to cover up the till and counter, he couldn't help but notice his reflection in a puddle that formed beneath him.
The poor nineteen year old that stared up back at him, the red and blue uniform that he seemed to wear day in, day out... blue hat, blue trousers, red shirt, blue pinny... The little name badge, the welcoming 'Hi! My name is:', with his bad handwriting, on which his future with medicine has been predicted many times, underneath, revealing his name to the world, in case they wanted to report him. The only reason to give out your name, so was that other people could talk about you and both know who they were talking about. And he just had to accept it.
Grix sighed, and remembered he was getting wet. He walked past the benches, and stared at them through narrow eyes. Then he shrugged, and told them he'd miss them.
----------
The walk to Andy Simpson's office was pointlessly short. At any time, he could come down and see them himself... but nah, too much paperwork. All those people he had to talk and write about.
"Sit down, Grix."
There wasn't a chair.
Grix looked around, sure he'd just made a mistake... and Andy just looked at him. There was normally a chair in here... it hadn't run off, like the rest of them?
Grix walked back slowly, and leaned backwards against the wall, hitting it with a bump on his back. He stretched his legs out, and sat down slowly against it. He noticed he had just missed a framed map of the park... he couldn't work out if it was good or bad that he hadn't hit it and smashed it.
"I'm... not sure how to break this news to you," Andy lied. "So I'll just come out with it. I'm afraid your performance at Silly Billy Fun Boy Whoopee Amusement Park has left little to be desired... I'm afraid I'm going to just... have to lay you off."
"I'm fired?" Grix asked.
"No, I'm promoting you." Andy said. "Sorry... err... bad joke. No, you're fired."
There was a laugh from within Grix's skull. He didn't show it.
"But Silly Billy Fun Boy Whoopee Amusement Park is my life!" Grix lied. "I love working here! You can't fire me!"
"You've left me no choice, Grix. This is just your seven days notice though... you've got a week... so I hope you can enjoy the rest of your time here..." Andy smiled.
"I feel like shoving a bunny up his a**e." Said the voice.
"Me too." Grix replied.
"Oh good..." Andy said, and smiled. "You'll recieve your pay a week today then... I'm glad you didn't take this too badly... I've had some real trouble with sacking some people..."
"I bet." Grix said.
------------
It was still raining. Chucking it down.
The bus didn't turn up today. Probably didn't want to get wet.
Grix just couldn't be bothered now... the walk was miles home... give it seven minutes, and his mother would be ringing him anyway. Poor old dear. She wouldn't be able to do anything, but she worries so much. Ended up in a wheelchair from a boating accident, doesn't want anyone to have fun in the world in revenge.
But he looked after he... well hell, she was his mum. He would phone her, tell her he was alright, if it wasn't for the fact he didn't have any phone credit.
Grix looked up into the night sky, letting his face get soaked by the rain... he pulled off his cap, and shoved it into his pinny pocket. Why the hell he forgot his change of clothes this morning... oh yeah... Clare rang him.
He smiled at the moon... and watched as it glowed over him... he got out his phone, and read through his text messages from the night before.
'Look at the moon. Nighty night. XXX'
It was sent from Clare... his girlfriend. He loved her so much... and also the reason why he didn't have any credit. He couldn't talk to anyone... he felt so lonely, so empty... and then, when he met her... it was fantastic. He had finally found someone he could talk to, and she...
Grix smiled to himself, and put his phone back on lock. He looked at the floor, looked up, and looked the bus that was meant to pick him up straight in the headlights.
It hit him, smack on. And that was it.
Ah, so that's your surname, eh?
Go for it. Stories rock. Is it....arthouse? ;-)
Go for it. Stories rock. Is it....arthouse? ;-)
Hi.
I've got an absolutely enormous story in my head. It's been there, for a long, long time.
I really, however, need to get it out onto paper/topic. Writing it alone is difficult... but writing it out here is dangerous, because then the idea could be stolen. So I'm going to copyright all my entries into this topic, I hope SR don't mind... :0) Or, I'm going to at least try. :0D Could always ammend it later.
So, this topic is going to be a chapter based story, that I'm going to try and write in whenever I can. Please, please, please don't add to this... but comments will be fantastic, but make them in another topic, please. I just need to write, that's all... but it's going to be really, really difficult to write. Must do it though.
And you may recognise one or two characters in this... :0)
That's all. Ta. And now you get to know my name because I love this story so much. :0D
--poncy serious mode, but hey, could be worth it--
All ideas, stories, characters and entries into this topic by the Special Reserve forum user "Grix Thraves": © Darren Williams 2002
--end poncy serious mode--
Right, I'll start writing. :0)
I've got an absolutely enormous story in my head. It's been there, for a long, long time.
I really, however, need to get it out onto paper/topic. Writing it alone is difficult... but writing it out here is dangerous, because then the idea could be stolen. So I'm going to copyright all my entries into this topic, I hope SR don't mind... :0) Or, I'm going to at least try. :0D Could always ammend it later.
So, this topic is going to be a chapter based story, that I'm going to try and write in whenever I can. Please, please, please don't add to this... but comments will be fantastic, but make them in another topic, please. I just need to write, that's all... but it's going to be really, really difficult to write. Must do it though.
And you may recognise one or two characters in this... :0)
That's all. Ta. And now you get to know my name because I love this story so much. :0D
--poncy serious mode, but hey, could be worth it--
All ideas, stories, characters and entries into this topic by the Special Reserve forum user "Grix Thraves": © Darren Williams 2002
--end poncy serious mode--
Right, I'll start writing. :0)
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