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Brent looked up from his computer screen to find the sun setting once again.  This continues to be a daily ritual, yet, he is always surprised.  The glowing white computer screen stares back as a constant, versus the waning purple and melon sky, as it etches long warbling shadows across his small cluttered desk.

He slowly stands and stretches, then crosses the small room toward the overhead light switch, side stepping stacked islands of magazines and mail.  On the return trip, he collects a few chinese food containers scattered about, but his feeble hook shots leaves them nearer to the trash can, albeit still on the floor.

"Brent Madison is the future of literature."  This, according to the New York Times blurb, reproduced on the back cover of the forth printing of his debut novel, "The Color of Hatred."  That was twelve years ago, and the world awaits an answer. 

Staring hard at the quote on the copy he had just rescued from the out-going newspaper pile, pausing to where he had years ago crossed out "future" and penned "fluke" above it, along with the obligatory edit symbol.  He plucked a pen from behind his ear, and updated the edit with the word "faker." 

"Getting closer." he mumbled to himself before replacing the book back onto the newspaper pile.

But the fact remained, that the future of literature barely knew the future of supper. Brent Madison was a spent man, chasing words on the lam, cornering magical ideas, to have them exit through a trap door,  as devoid of ideas as he was clean socks.  And the fact that these colorful metaphors came out of his mouth, to no one in particular, and in third person narrative ... well frankly, it scared him.

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Cooperweb This started out as an exercise in descriptive scene setting for mood variations, and sort of developed in a well disguised comedy of sorts.

I am now second guessing how I presented the time-line of events. If you are inclined to comment, I would be interested in knowing if it is confusing to follow the present and past events as presented. And how well disguised the comedy is. :/ But most of all, if anyone got the connection between the medical events prior to completing the first and the second novel.

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