Again not a huge update but it’s something
As she left her office she mouthed the words “thank you” to her boss then left the building.
The rain had persisted most of the morning; the wind blew it harder and harder against her face. Already her umbrella had turned inside out. People walked under the eaves of the buildings in a useless attempt to avoid the constant downpour.
She smiled back and started packing away some things into her bag.
Ok so this is the only line I’ve written since my last update. Not very prolific is it really.
I’m having a minor issue getting things from being in my head in the way that I want them to be written. I believe some people are under the impression that I’m actually a good writer. Really that’s a huge fat no. The main aim of the project is that through people poking me a little bit, commeting, participating (very important that people participate), I might eventually become a half descent writer.
I have a joke with friends of mine that all I want is to be famous enough to be asked as the special guest on Top Gear. Well it’s a goal isn’t it? Really I don’t want fame but I would like to be a better writer. If my stuff get’s read and spreads throughout the internet like a whogasim so be it.
Then of course I end up thinking about fame. Really 15 minutes just isn’t enough for me. If I were to become famous I’d rather get there for something like writing and funny interviews than for simply being a daddy’s little rich girl and going in and out of rehab like a yoyo.
Personally I think those who are worshipped at the cult of celebrity should earn it. Look at for example David Tennant. The man is worshipped by this huge amount of people worldwide, but he’s earned it by being a truly fantastic actor. J.K Rowling wrote a series of novels which she managed to turn into a fantastically successful franchise.
Ok I could go on but the list is huge. Anyway my point is that these people did something and earned their long lasting place on the alter that many people worship at.
If, and it’s unlikely, I should have this site and the *unnamed novel* take off it would be cool that it’s remembered for being of merit rather than shock headline “Mellows admitted to rehab again” .
Well that’s my (admittidley slightly tipsy) thoughts for today.
Some writing will happen as well soon.
It wasn’t that she was having an affair with her boss. An affair implied something sordid where he had a wife at home who was oblivious to them sleeping together. Actually her boss was unmarried and not seeing somebody. They weren’t exactly seeing each other either because they occasionally slept with other people as well. It was more they had an understanding which seemed to have worked quite well for the past two years.
Usually it wouldn’t bother her to see him with another woman. However today wasn’t a usual day.
Today she watched him flirt with the new sectary in the office. A petite woman from London called Maria. She giggled and touched his arm “oh David, you’re so funny” , then she flicked her long brown locks out of her face.
She watched, felt the pounding in her head which was the hangover and her heartbeat racing.
He smiled back at Maria and said something else that was inaudible, she laughed again. Maria wandered away then off to her desk somewhere in the bowls of the building.
“Your files Mr. Stewart, you have an appointment at two and Mr. Lambton’s office called and something about it being cancelled, ehm the sectary wasn’t very clear on what came up”
He nodded, took the folder from her and winked. She scowled back at him.
“Hey what’s up Stephanie? You don’t seem yourself”
She paused, it was rare that he used her full name, most of the time he just directed speech at her so this was very odd. She remained silent for a moment then, “ehm I’m just not feeling well, think it’s the flu or something”
He nodded smiled a little, “go home get some rest, I’m sure you’ll feel better in the morning”
So it’s Christmas time. I’m really looking forward to it this year.
Nothing in particular is really happening but it’s the first year really I’ve had time to myself. Not run off my feet in work, house is decorated and all done, gifts wrapped. Now all I have to do is wait for the day to arrive.
This is also great because I’ve got a lot of time to now work on the novel. I’ve been bouncing around names a fair whack and really I think I’m just going to have to wait until it’s finished before it’s named.
Off to town soon to revel in some of the Christmas joy fun and mass consumerism. Well ok not really but there is something magical about Dublin City at this time of the year. Even the tree on O’Connell Street looks pretty damned cool!!!
Things started to slot into place for him in this cold office. The temperature dropped, the staff continued about their day. The rain pelted down outside and it was an unnatural rain. It was an unnatural day.
He got up and began to pace the office. The deep pile in the carpet absorbing the sound of the heavy thud of his footfall. His anger was rising in this dark and dismal place. For all its comforts it was a soulless box in a matchbox building which represented things he hated.
The door clicked open, in walked Lambton red-faced and unapologetic.
Dermot was mid stride facing towards the window as the man lumbered over to his desk. Dermot was trembling with rage and fury. The slow moving door clicked closed and darkness fell on the room
Lambton sailed out of the window. The look of shock and fear on his face etched itself in Dermot’s mind, where it would stay forever. He looked and saw the blood on his hands and he sank to his knees, the rain pelted him through the shattered glass. Shards stuck in his knees, claves as he sunk lower on the ground his elbows and hands.
Blackness fell on him again; the last thing he saw was a bolt of lightning cross the grey sky then silence.
This is definatley the most ammounts of updates for a chapter so far. At least it’s an update
Sitting in the chair he realised how cold the office was. He could almost feel the force of the wind pelting against the frame of the building. It sent a shiver down his spine. A flash of lightning then a roll of thunder made his day feel so much worse.
He listened to the noises around him, the people in the office next door, the traffic down below and the splashing of the tires as they hit the already over flowing gutters.
Then he remembered the two homeless people he had stood beside that morning.
I’m slightly torn on Dose.
It’s a case of the piece could just end there where I’ve left it and I could let people imagine what happens next with the character. However I could also keep going and talk about the after affects of being outside the social norm.
I wanted to create a world where things are highly regimented and standard for most people. Not out of government control but more out of just what’s acceptable to society. How many times have we wanted to have a wake up pill after all, or something that made the working day bearable?
Then what happens if you go to one or the other side of the spectrum?
Initially I was going to have the main character stop taking the pills because of forgetfulness after losing her boyfriend but I think being forced and denied is an easier plot device.
I shall muse on this for a couple of days before I make a decision about whether to come back to this story or not.
this is a short story called dose. I’ll be making some more comments on this once it’s finished
6.43 – wake up
6.44- take morning pill from the smooth slot beside my bed and dissolve on my tongue
6.45 –wake-up complete and amble along to kitchen
6.46 add breakfast cube to water, allow dissolving for 12 seconds, swirling in glass knock back
6.48 -shower and feel the food cube expand in my stomach. Muse on the fact that it’s the perfect balance of nutrients for my age, weight, height and physical activity level which really isn’t much compared to some.
6. 55 -dress and take work pill before leaving the house
7.06 -get metro to work. Notice that everyone is still groggy. Man in red tie has top button of his shirt open and the tie looks quite untidy. Probably let his child o it for him before leaving the house.
7.42 -get off metro near the office. Notice that everyone is far more focused. Man with red tie looks much better now. All buttoned and neat as it should be.
7.50 -arrive at building. Feel the work pill fizzing though my body as I start to focus more and more on my objectives for the day.
7.55 -sit at my desk, turn on my monitor and begin to check my e-mail.
8.03- notice that my colleague it late again and holding a cup of coffee.
She’s been late more and more, obviously she doesn’t prescribe like most people so she’s not able to get herself out and things. She even occasionally eats solids. What a strange woman. I’m surprised she’s even able to keep up some times.
9.15 -get a call from Jason. His picture doesn’t pop up, very strange. He tells me he’s sent something my way. A pill arrives in my tray. He tells me to take it so that I can deal with this better. I pop the pill out of its little plastic bubble and take it. I don’t have to worry, I trust and love Jason even though the work fizz that’s going through my body.
“It’s a new one” he tells me. “I had to order it specifically about a week ago”
I nod. His tone of voice had told me there was something serious going on. My stomach had immediately tensed up. It was obvious that what I had taken was meant to cushion the blow for something like this. The work focus went away; it would have worn off at midday anyway but still. My body relaxed, endorphins were being pumped through my system, and tension was evaporating away.
“Una dear, I’m sorry but I have to leave you. I’m sorry, I really am” he hadn’t taken the same thing as me. It was obvious, it must have been expensive. “It’s just well…..there’s somebody else”
I nodded “so who?” My voice was calm relaxed, even slightly relived.
“Suzanne from the marketing department, we’ve been seeing each other for about a month now”
“Well at least you told me” I responded then hung up.
12.00- leave the office for lunch. Notice that the pill Jason had sent me still hasn’t worn off. After thee and half years he knows me well so probably requested a tailored dose.
12.30- I take my second work pill for the day with the end of my smoothiee.
1.00 -Back at my desk.
1.46- I collapse while walking to the copier…….
I wake up. The room is white, warm bright and comfortable.
I don’t know the time. My head hurts. I move my hands to where my tray should be for the wake up dose but there’s nothing there. I hear a noise. It’s the monitoring of my heart. It speeds up slightly as I realise I’m not at home. The room is a hospital room. There are monitors, tubes and wires mostly sticking into me. I feel pain. I don’t like this.
A few minutes later a man in a white coat walks into the room. He’s tall; in his forties the smile on his face seems manufactured somehow. Like all of the best pieces of the movies put together on his face. It’s obviously been paid for but it’s insincere.
“Now my dear” he starts
“You’re probably feeling a little uncomfortable, this is perfectly normal”
“No kidding, this hurts you idiot” Was all I could think. I just nod.
“Now unfortunately you had a little episode. What you had sent to you was an incorrect prescription of relaxant, that counteracted with the Ph27014, or more commonly knows as the focus or work dose”
He stopped to take a breath. I began to think of Jason and was having some thought of him trying to poison me.
“The problem here is that this type of issue was never encountered in the trail of this new dose so it was completely unforeseen. Naturally the company will be making a large cash settlement”
He smiled at me then. I really didn’t care; things were hurting, real genuine pain! Jason leaving me for somebody else. I was hurting alot.
“Unfortunately this has also done permanent damage to your system. We can’t repair it” He paused for a moment.
“Can you please just give me something for the pain” I croaked.
He looked sad for a moment “Miss, how long have you been prescribing?” He asked.
“Since I was a child, but please the pain, it’s really sore!” Tears were forming in my eyes.
“I’m sorry Una, but we can’t. The damage means if we try to give you any dose it will more than likely kill you. You have been taken off the prescription list. This means no dose for any emotions or situation. Even minor pain and discomfort like this now”.
I was shocked; he’d used my first name and no dose ever again. I couldn’t speak. At this stage I’d be requesting a dose of some kind from the catalogue appropriate the situation but now, now nothing.
I began to cry, it was the first time I ever remembered crying.
“I’m sorry, there’ll be a trained professional assigned to you from the company to ensure that your transition is as smooth as possible”
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