Introduction to a story with no name as yet!
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Introduction to a story with no name as yet!
Daisy Francis Sat Nov 10, 2012 9:57 pm
Hmm I just started writing and this happened, 
so I guess we shall see how I get on with it!I'm a newbie to Scribbler so be gentle! Only yolking, rip it to shreds if need be, I'm sure it needs it! 
So here you go:
Hair slicked back, grease, foam, all types of lather holding it in place. Combs scattered across the obnoxiously patterned carpet, bristles of all widths to match the density of the sturdy quiff that stood proudly at the top of Jack’s head. Haughtily, he examined his reflection; behind it stood the begrimed mirror that had hung there for a lot longer than he had. Behind that was a dampened wall. Deadened green wallpaper, coated in faded roses. The flat was as grimy as the mirror, as grimy as the walls that surrounded it. But moreover, just as grimy as the reflected image: Jack Landen.
Landen was late. Late for the far too normal school, late for the far too normal ‘friends’ that waited religiously for him to grace the school gates with his presence. But more importantly, (more importantly to Jack at least) he was late to see his just normal enough, Phoebe.
Despite Jack’s powerful temptation to continue tampering with what had now been moulded into more of a Chrysler Building shaped helmet, he picked up a brown, battered satchel that couldn’t possible fit one more item inside it and headed outside. Down the stairs, and towards the kitchen door where he leaned precariously over the fruit bowl (clearly untouched) and grasped hold of a peculiarly shaped bar. This bar was jet black, rectangular, obviously not edible, even though the location in which Landen received it suggests otherwise. Flustered, Jack slammed the door shut behind him and pointed the black object at what could naively be described as a car. But this wasn’t just a car, the angular edges obstructing the streamline casing, the thin, low body, safely just off the ground. The magnificent vehicle matched the mysterious bar, both jet black and both unusual.
The car was fast, far too fast for the roads of Amesbury. But for Landen, it got him to school just in time. Not just in time for the start of a lesson, or for the start of an assembly or meeting, but just in time to hear the ‘coos’ from the gabbles of girls that congregated along the steps of the school entrance.
Let me know what you think
Daisy Francis
so I guess we shall see how I get on with it!I'm a newbie to Scribbler so be gentle! Only yolking, rip it to shreds if need be, I'm sure it needs it! So here you go:Hair slicked back, grease, foam, all types of lather holding it in place. Combs scattered across the obnoxiously patterned carpet, bristles of all widths to match the density of the sturdy quiff that stood proudly at the top of Jack’s head. Haughtily, he examined his reflection; behind it stood the begrimed mirror that had hung there for a lot longer than he had. Behind that was a dampened wall. Deadened green wallpaper, coated in faded roses. The flat was as grimy as the mirror, as grimy as the walls that surrounded it. But moreover, just as grimy as the reflected image: Jack Landen.
Landen was late. Late for the far too normal school, late for the far too normal ‘friends’ that waited religiously for him to grace the school gates with his presence. But more importantly, (more importantly to Jack at least) he was late to see his just normal enough, Phoebe.
Despite Jack’s powerful temptation to continue tampering with what had now been moulded into more of a Chrysler Building shaped helmet, he picked up a brown, battered satchel that couldn’t possible fit one more item inside it and headed outside. Down the stairs, and towards the kitchen door where he leaned precariously over the fruit bowl (clearly untouched) and grasped hold of a peculiarly shaped bar. This bar was jet black, rectangular, obviously not edible, even though the location in which Landen received it suggests otherwise. Flustered, Jack slammed the door shut behind him and pointed the black object at what could naively be described as a car. But this wasn’t just a car, the angular edges obstructing the streamline casing, the thin, low body, safely just off the ground. The magnificent vehicle matched the mysterious bar, both jet black and both unusual.
The car was fast, far too fast for the roads of Amesbury. But for Landen, it got him to school just in time. Not just in time for the start of a lesson, or for the start of an assembly or meeting, but just in time to hear the ‘coos’ from the gabbles of girls that congregated along the steps of the school entrance.
Let me know what you think
Daisy Francis
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