Short Stories & Unfinished Stories

Solitude: Danger

This Was Orignally From A Story That Was A  'Novel' But After Time I Began To Lose Intrest In It. Mainly Because The Ideas I Had For It Were Set Back In 2008 When I Had First Began Writing And So I Couldn't Really Remember What I Had Planned For This Story. But I Do Enjoy Writing Short Stories For It =D

Perhaps If It's Liked Enough, I'll Go Back To Writing It =P

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Solitude:

Danger

I’m trying really hard not to notice all the scenes, of the people before me. It just makes me feel worse when I can see their future. Like how would someone else like to know what someone’s death will be like before they die? Well that’s how it is for me. I can see the future. Not something I enjoy as I attend to the people around me. But since the other seekers, people like me came out with: Solitude. It’s been better; we can control our visions better and decide whose future we wish to see.    

Because the bottle of clear blue liquid called Solitude took care of that for us. The small bottle of electrodes and a certain DNA gene mixed together that was neither harmful to us nor dangerous. It became our sanity.  However it didn’t take the full edge off, but it took most of it so we could focus on stuff like our own thoughts and our jobs.

“What can I get you?” I ask as I take my side of the bar’s orders.

My mind switches onto a vision, the girl this guy is with is dead drunk and the guy is smiling as if he has some secret plan.

“Uh yeah scotch on rocks for me and...” The guy says.

 “A martini please.” Says the girl. I jot down the orders and hurry away, not wanting to see anymore from that guy’s mind. After hanging the orders on the rotation thing I head back behind the counter.

“So how’s it going so far, any tips yet?” My boss Tonthny asks.

“Uh a few.” I say.

“Well you’ll get more; it’s around 11pm now. Some of our best costumers come at this time.” And then Marc walks off minding his own business once again.

“Delilah?” I hear a drunken voice say. And I turn my head to see my best costumer: Devon St. Marvin. He’s always getting drunk. And his brain is usually all messed up with images of him falling flat on his butt in the parking lot outside laughing.

“Well hi ya Devon! What will it be tonight?” I ask while grabbing a mug. In his head a war’s going on with how he’ll end up tonight.

“Um...Beer tonight. And I swear to ya Delilah it will be my last.” Devon smiles up at me. I fill up the mug with beer and hand it to him, knowing it won’t be his last.

“Alright, but it better be.” And I wink at him, Devon laughs and walks away to join his buddies. Sigh it’d be sad to see Devon die of alcohol poisoning, that’s what a lot of us fear these days. He just drinks so much! But then again, it’s not like I should worry about Devon’s habit... It’s not like I’ve ever really had a connection with him, besides the fact we went to high school together. Well I guess there was the fact that I had dated him once, but that still didn’t mean I should worry about him right? The past was the past.  I feel the effects of the Solitude dosing off and get a little dizzy it’s about time I take my next dose. I head off to the back door to grab my secret stash behind the garbage can.

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“Get your scrawny ass away sucker. It’s not like you see me out there advertising brooms! Get out of my house asshole!” Yells Izzy. The man stares back at her like she’s gonna be sorry. “What you still doing here? Huh? What you looking at? Huh? What you like my ass? Get your scrawny ass off my porch!” Izzy this time hits the man on the head. “I said get off my porch! Move!” But the man doesn’t move he just stares back. “Oh hell no! You picked the wrong night to mess with me asshole!” And this time Izzy turns him around and kicks his ass. The man falls off the porch and lands in the dirt face first. “That’s what your ass gets. Now scram before I call the police.” Izzy says while going back to her doorstep. “Or worse, I call my friend Delilah.” And she slams the door. But instead of going back to the living room, she heads to the window to watch the man. Remarkably the man decides to stay there. He just won’t leave. “Hell no.” Izzy says under her breath. “He’s gonna make me wake up my kid with all this yellin’.” And Izzy grabs the phone and heads out the door. “I said get your ass off my land!” And Izzy climbs down the steps to hit him.