About three weeks ago, I wrote a post about ten things that helped snap me out of my recent doldrums. Among the items that I listed, was a little gem at #5, in which I chose to write something in a genre that I've never tried before.
Today's post will kick of the next short story serial at Flashing Georgie's Shorts. But first, some background, so at the very least, you'll know what you'll be getting yourself into.
I wrote this particular story around the tail end of January (the 23rd to be precise), when I was going through one of my blackened state of mind periods. I actually started it a few weeks prior, and only had one paragraph written, but since I had no idea where to go with it, it got shelved.
Enter one of my blackened state of minds. I hit that particular mind frame the weekend prior to writing this story, so being in that particular frame of mind, I decided to do what I usually do as of late when I'm like that: I write.
So I took out that opening paragraph, and wouldn't you know it, after staring at it for about ten minutes, the words just came pouring out. The next day, I had about two and a half pages written, and after I brought into work to do some light editing (and showing it to three co-workers who thought it was the grossest thing on the planet), I wrote the remaining two and a half pages over the course of that weekend. Oh, and like normal (or abnormal), I gave the story some real world flavoring.
So as to not catch you totally unaware, I will post that opening paragraph here, and then you can decide whether or not, to continue onwards. And once again, I would like to give credit to Charles for the inspiration.
The first thing that David noticed when the man walked into his office was the blood stains he left behind on the door. He stared long and hard at the door while the man took a seat at his desk, took out a cigarette, lit it, took a deep drag, and start applying a makeshift bandage to his knuckles.
Find the rest of part 1 here.