Post by Kaijin on Oct 23, 2003 21:13:55 GMT -5
"Static Reality" is my next attempt at writing a story. Unlike Identical Incident, this is going to be a short story. Hopefully. Anyway, this is out of practice to become a more creative writer. I hope to be descriptive and precise. Identical Incident was rushed and had little explanatory flow as I've had EvincarOfEarth comment on. This, however, should be the opposite of that. Please read the Prologue and first chapter, and then give feedback. Be critical. EVERY single detail counts. If it's off, I need to fix it. Enjoy.
Static Reality
-- Prologue --
Karr Sterim is an ordinary nineteen-year-old male with a slightly not-so-ordinary surprise for what's to come in his life. A job. One so advanced it requires many of the most highly intelligent, trained individuals of the world to complete. He was picked out of billions of people. Why? He is the man who couldn't arrive on time to his previous job, thus getting fired. Why is he such a unique person who can accomplish this extraordinary task? Karr will soon find out as he unfolds a top-secret organization so powerful they could literally stop the flow of time using electronically advanced static waves. Karr must first join them in order to break them down...
-- Chapter One; Hectic Lifestyles --
Karr awoke by the loud ambitious beeping tone of his alarm clock. 6:00 A.M. Three beeps and it ended. He glanced out into his room, dazed momentarily, and then fell back into a deep sleep. It was nearly 8:27 A.M. when the nineteen-year-old male finally climbed out of bed. Karr wobbled on over toward the bathroom while unaware of the current time. Seconds later the water faucet turned off and he ran back into the bedroom, shouting, "It's eight-thirty! I'm late for work!" Hesitantly, Karr decided there was not any time for a shower or breakfast as he began throwing on random clothing. After getting dressed, he walked out of the room and exited his small four-room apartment; number seven.
The man quickly strided down his typical path on the various streets of New York City, and found his way to a building. Computer Technology, Inc. read the sign on the doorway. Upon entrance, an employee who seemed as though the manager said, "Karr! You're fired!"
"But sir, I'm sorry I was late. I overslept."
"I don't give a d**n what your excuse is," the small Chinese manager shouted, "You're fired!"
"Fine, I don't need this business anyway." Karr lied while he turned and exited the building.
As Karr was leaving he couldn't help but hear the man laugh, "What a nutcase, he was fired on his first day. Pathetic excuse of a life." The words brought a thought into Karr's head, "It's true, I was fired on my first day. This is horrible, I need to find another job." With nowhere to go and nothing to do, Karr reluctantly returned to his apartment. Surprisingly, there were two men standing next to the door. "May I help either of you?" Karr asked.
"Possibly. Are you Karr Sterim?"
"Yes."
"Will you come with us?" The other man asked.
"Where?" Karr questioned.
"Somewhere. I cannot give you details until your identity has been clarified. Please follow us, now."
"No. Get away from my house before I call the police." Karr shoved both men away from the door, entered, and locked it behind him.
He stood inside the doorway for a minute, wondering if the men had left. He glanced through the peakhole; nobody was there. Trying to forget about the odd incident, Karr grabbed a newspaper article and sat down at the table. He needed a job, quickly. Karr flipped through page after page, finding nothing. Finally he found the perfect ideal job, which said: Literature Central; In need of talented, devoted writers for a full-time career. Wages begin at $11.50 an hour. Call 555-182-2832 for more details. Karr enjoyed writing stories on his spare time. He picked up his phone and dialed the number immediately.
"Hello?" One of the store receptionists answered the phone.
"Hi, this is Karr Sterim. I found a business ad of yours in the newspaper and wanted to know what I needed to do in order to receive an application."
"Thank you for calling this number, Karr." The woman sounded as though being in her mid-thirtys, although Karr concluded she sounded more like a robot-automated messaging machine. She continued, "You can find an application at our store, which is located on 189th Avenue, right across the street from Jerry's Jewelry shop."
"Good, I live nearby. 176th Avenue. I don't have a car so luckily you're located just a few blocks away. I'll be over soon."
"Or, Mr. Sterim," the woman replied, "You could take our over-the-phone application. It would save you the trouble of walking into the store."
"I'd like to take that."
Karr thought the whole idea seemed a little suspicious-- Why would she ask him to come down to the store for an application and then state it could be taken on the phone? Thinking quickly, he continued listening to the receptionist without asking.
"I am going to ask you a series of basic questions, Mr. Sterim. Please answer accurately."
"Okay." He replied, swallowing hard.
"What is your full name, date of birth, and local address?"
"Karr Michael Sterim, November sixth, 1984, and I live at East Hillstate Apartments on 176th Avenue, Apartment number seven. My birth name was Kasey but I have legally changed it to Karr-- Because of past life experiences. I hope they're unnecessary for this application."
"Share with me your appearance," the woman asked.
"I am five foot, eleven inches tall which short brown hair and hazel green eyes. I am also clean-shavin'. Might I ask what this portion of the application has to do with the job?"
"Appearance," the woman replied, oddly.
Karr grew overly nervous but said, "All right, I'm sorry I asked. Please continue."
"What are your experiences on the subject of literature?"
"I have been writing since the age of four. Ever since I picked up a piece of notebook paper many creative details of imagination have been blessed into my mind. I mainly focus on short stories, but tend to write quite a few poetry pieces, too. I'm sure I'll be the right guy for the job. Anymore questions?"
"One more," she said, "What are the probabilities of you successfully completing all necessary jobs, if hired? In other words, are you dependable for others to rely on?"
"Yes." Karr lied.
"Okay, this completes our over-the-phone application. Quick and easy. We will process your information and give you a call within four to six days if accepted." She hung up the phone. Immediately it struck Karr-- The woman never asked for a phone number.
Static Reality
-- Prologue --
Karr Sterim is an ordinary nineteen-year-old male with a slightly not-so-ordinary surprise for what's to come in his life. A job. One so advanced it requires many of the most highly intelligent, trained individuals of the world to complete. He was picked out of billions of people. Why? He is the man who couldn't arrive on time to his previous job, thus getting fired. Why is he such a unique person who can accomplish this extraordinary task? Karr will soon find out as he unfolds a top-secret organization so powerful they could literally stop the flow of time using electronically advanced static waves. Karr must first join them in order to break them down...
-- Chapter One; Hectic Lifestyles --
Karr awoke by the loud ambitious beeping tone of his alarm clock. 6:00 A.M. Three beeps and it ended. He glanced out into his room, dazed momentarily, and then fell back into a deep sleep. It was nearly 8:27 A.M. when the nineteen-year-old male finally climbed out of bed. Karr wobbled on over toward the bathroom while unaware of the current time. Seconds later the water faucet turned off and he ran back into the bedroom, shouting, "It's eight-thirty! I'm late for work!" Hesitantly, Karr decided there was not any time for a shower or breakfast as he began throwing on random clothing. After getting dressed, he walked out of the room and exited his small four-room apartment; number seven.
The man quickly strided down his typical path on the various streets of New York City, and found his way to a building. Computer Technology, Inc. read the sign on the doorway. Upon entrance, an employee who seemed as though the manager said, "Karr! You're fired!"
"But sir, I'm sorry I was late. I overslept."
"I don't give a d**n what your excuse is," the small Chinese manager shouted, "You're fired!"
"Fine, I don't need this business anyway." Karr lied while he turned and exited the building.
As Karr was leaving he couldn't help but hear the man laugh, "What a nutcase, he was fired on his first day. Pathetic excuse of a life." The words brought a thought into Karr's head, "It's true, I was fired on my first day. This is horrible, I need to find another job." With nowhere to go and nothing to do, Karr reluctantly returned to his apartment. Surprisingly, there were two men standing next to the door. "May I help either of you?" Karr asked.
"Possibly. Are you Karr Sterim?"
"Yes."
"Will you come with us?" The other man asked.
"Where?" Karr questioned.
"Somewhere. I cannot give you details until your identity has been clarified. Please follow us, now."
"No. Get away from my house before I call the police." Karr shoved both men away from the door, entered, and locked it behind him.
He stood inside the doorway for a minute, wondering if the men had left. He glanced through the peakhole; nobody was there. Trying to forget about the odd incident, Karr grabbed a newspaper article and sat down at the table. He needed a job, quickly. Karr flipped through page after page, finding nothing. Finally he found the perfect ideal job, which said: Literature Central; In need of talented, devoted writers for a full-time career. Wages begin at $11.50 an hour. Call 555-182-2832 for more details. Karr enjoyed writing stories on his spare time. He picked up his phone and dialed the number immediately.
"Hello?" One of the store receptionists answered the phone.
"Hi, this is Karr Sterim. I found a business ad of yours in the newspaper and wanted to know what I needed to do in order to receive an application."
"Thank you for calling this number, Karr." The woman sounded as though being in her mid-thirtys, although Karr concluded she sounded more like a robot-automated messaging machine. She continued, "You can find an application at our store, which is located on 189th Avenue, right across the street from Jerry's Jewelry shop."
"Good, I live nearby. 176th Avenue. I don't have a car so luckily you're located just a few blocks away. I'll be over soon."
"Or, Mr. Sterim," the woman replied, "You could take our over-the-phone application. It would save you the trouble of walking into the store."
"I'd like to take that."
Karr thought the whole idea seemed a little suspicious-- Why would she ask him to come down to the store for an application and then state it could be taken on the phone? Thinking quickly, he continued listening to the receptionist without asking.
"I am going to ask you a series of basic questions, Mr. Sterim. Please answer accurately."
"Okay." He replied, swallowing hard.
"What is your full name, date of birth, and local address?"
"Karr Michael Sterim, November sixth, 1984, and I live at East Hillstate Apartments on 176th Avenue, Apartment number seven. My birth name was Kasey but I have legally changed it to Karr-- Because of past life experiences. I hope they're unnecessary for this application."
"Share with me your appearance," the woman asked.
"I am five foot, eleven inches tall which short brown hair and hazel green eyes. I am also clean-shavin'. Might I ask what this portion of the application has to do with the job?"
"Appearance," the woman replied, oddly.
Karr grew overly nervous but said, "All right, I'm sorry I asked. Please continue."
"What are your experiences on the subject of literature?"
"I have been writing since the age of four. Ever since I picked up a piece of notebook paper many creative details of imagination have been blessed into my mind. I mainly focus on short stories, but tend to write quite a few poetry pieces, too. I'm sure I'll be the right guy for the job. Anymore questions?"
"One more," she said, "What are the probabilities of you successfully completing all necessary jobs, if hired? In other words, are you dependable for others to rely on?"
"Yes." Karr lied.
"Okay, this completes our over-the-phone application. Quick and easy. We will process your information and give you a call within four to six days if accepted." She hung up the phone. Immediately it struck Karr-- The woman never asked for a phone number.