Updated: Feb 5
Today's post is a story snippet this time. I gave myself 20 minutes to write a short story, but in the end I couldn't finish it, so I thought, might as well make it a snippet. At least, someone could finish it and actually make it better. Now, it's a long snippet, because I had 20 minutes, and I thought "might as well do some exposure". Many times, I've used dialogue as a prompt to writing stories and all that, so I decided to use a different method.
Like I said, it's incomplete, but you can take it and make it your own, if you wanted. Just don't blame me if you decide to make it into an actual novel...Actually...please do! I'd love the credit!
So, without further ado, here's...
A Mysterious Noise
George was walking home from work, one night. His shift had dragged on longer than he’d cared to admit, but hey, at least he’d get paid the extra. It just meant that one penny closer to his goal. A brand spanking new phone that didn’t freeze, every time he tried to update his status on social media, or crash an app, every time he wanted to play one of those ridiculous time-wasting games. He’d finally get a decent phone, and maybe re-evaluate how to handle having friends. Sure, he had some college buddies he spoke to every now and then, but there wasn’t anyone he could really talk to, like they do in the movies. He didn’t have that spark with that one person he could pour his heart out to. No one really came close.
Sighing at the inevitability that he’d probably spend the rest of his life alone, he hurried along the dark street, watching his shadow shrink with each passing streetlamp. It was winter, and he could see his own breath in the air. It meant using whatever little he had left to buying presents for family members he didn’t even know or cared about. It meant spending time with people he didn’t know, just because his boss thought it would be a good idea to go to the Christmas party together, as a team. Apparently, it showed team-spirit if they did.
He rolled his eyes, just remembering the overly-cheerful suggestion, and hurried his pace. If he got home quick enough, he might just have enough time to play a game or two on the internet. It was another time-waster, but at least he wouldn’t be alone. This one had George hooked for the last few months. It was a strategic role-playing game, the kind that meant you had to work in a team with a bunch of strangers, to defeat another team of a bunch of strangers. He actually enjoyed these games, even though he sucked at them. The only thing he liked about them were the fact that he could relieve some stress just killing a graphic, when work got too hectic.
As he passed by a familiar alley that led to the nearest train station, if you walked it long enough, he heard a strange noise. It made his stop in his tracks to listen to it again. For a few seconds there was nothing, and he debated whether or not to carry on, but he heard it again. It was the rustling of boxes that were piled next to the side of the house that lined the alley. In the darkness, he could barely see anything, and squinted, as if it would help him at all.
Remembering he had a phone, with a torch function, he clicked his tongue and switched it on. It wasn’t strong enough, but it was enough for him to see the nearest boxes. When he looked up at them, they moved. It wasn’t much, just a jostle, as if someone had bumped into them, and tried to straighten them out. Curious, he inched forward, his mind instantly going to all those horror film victims that died in the first five minutes, because they were just too curious.
I told you, it's a snippet, so don't blame me if you don't like it. It's your turn to make it better! Well, that's it from me today, I'm going to go read some more novels and Tumblr stories, to get more inspiration for the next story. In the meantime, send me your stories! I'd like to read them. Actually...I like to read. Period. So send them in! I might just feature one here!
See you guys soon!