Post by BrightShadow96 on Mar 18, 2007 14:39:04 GMT -5
story doesn't have a title yet... anyway, here's the prologue.. and this is not a fanfic, so I'm assuming I'm not going to get in trouble for posting this normal story, especially since an admin cleared this in the rules ^^
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Prologue
Ryan held onto a paper cup filled with freshly-brewed coffee. He sat at the Hollow Heart Café. It was a normal Friday. A simply blissful Friday. To him, it was the refuge of the week. The day that worked stopped for most people-when he could comfortably switch from work to relaxation and taste the first feelings of salvation. What a wonderful day of the week. But, most importantly of all, it was raining.
Ryan loved the rain. It was so sad, and yet peaceful at the same time. He adored gloomy things, and all of the dark aspects of life. It made it that much more bright when something good happened. Though, that was his perspective of life. And it was also another way he could be different. Ryan was the only person that he knew that could honestly say “It’s a beautiful day,” with rain clouds in the sky. He was happy when his environment was sad. But, it wasn’t always enough. Sometimes, just because it was raining, or because it was his favorite day of the week, didn’t mean he was happy.
Ryan was happy, though. He was in a good enough mood to smile.
And then he woke up.
It was Thursday, Ryan’s least favorite day of the week-it mocked him in the fact that he had been working all week, yet he still wasn’t finished with working. It fooled him into thinking that the salvation had come. It was almost malignant. Worse than the day, though, was the weather. It was a sunny day. The sky was a clear, plain shade of cerulean, untouched by the comfort of clouds. The bright sun was apparent, and unveiled. It was an awful day.
Ryan had to work today. He worked at the Hollow Heart Café down the street from his house. It was just like everything else- close enough to walk. He had luckily settled into an apartment next to the café, a grocery store, a theater, and some fast-food restaurants. This meant that he never needed to buy a car. He never needed to visit anyone, since the rest of his family was dead. The doctors had said that his family was unluckily given a gene that made all of them prone to cancer. His mother was the least lucky of all, though. Instead of dying of cancer, she died when she had gotten into a horrible head-on-collision with a huge semi. Of course, the semi driver didn’t suffer from any severe injury, but his mother had always driven an old, small car. The tiny car never had a chance. Neither did his mother. This had happened when he was only 8 years old. And now it was 16 years later.
That was why he bought a house in such a small town- he had developed a fear of cars ever since then. It had been pandemonium for him when he had had to ride a bus to his new house, and carry many of his possessions with a suitcase. He became even more nervous when cars had been speeding by and zooming down the streets.
After Ryan was dressed and ready to go to work, he began walking down a short sidewalk along an asphalt road. There was a driveway to the movie theater that cut off the end off the sidewalk. Once he reached that area he turned left and carefully walked down the street. His black hair seemed to shine into the piercing sunlight, attracting the heat to his face, and giving him a headache. It was exceptionally warm for early fall-it seemed as though the summer weather would never end. Ryan stepped into the shade of the outdoor vestibule of the strip mall that housed the Hollow Heart Café. The shade was comforting after being under a powerful sun’s beams.
Ryan walked into Hollow Heart Café wearing his dark red work vest with a name tag. The inside of the café was the same, plain environment as ever. The carpet was a dull shade of blue, and the walls were a dark blue that helped give the illusion of a dark day. The café’s lights weren’t on-they never were. It set a gloomy, poetic mood that never went away, despite the weather. The counter that rested on the other side of the room was vacant, except for the cash register and a small bin for pamphlets advertising some condos in Florida.
It was a comfortable place for Ryan. He was early, so he walked across the long room to the counter and began setting up the café for customers- he made sure the tables and floor was clean, made sure there were condiments at each table, and finally put the “Open” sign up. Ryan apparently hadn’t realized how early he was, because he was able to sit down and write down ideas on new stories. You see, he didn’t just work at the café-that was no way to make a living. He also wrote books. Ryan thought that the whole café brought him inspiration for new books. His most recent book was about a 16-year-old girl who had cancer. It was a sorrowful story, unlike many of the other stories he wrote.
The bell by the door chimed as someone walked into the café.
“Welcome to-” Ryan broke off as he realized who it was. “Oh, um, good morning, Mr. Lawson.” Mr. Lawson was the manager, and never seemed to be in a good mood. Ryan didn’t like him, but always did what Mr. Lawson said. It was the only way to keep his job.
“What’s good about it?” he demanded in a booming voice. Mr. Lawson was pretty tall, and definitely wasn’t skinny. He was becoming bald, but only on the top of his head.
“Nothing, Mr. Lawson.” Ryan said in an overly-timid voice. For whatever reason, Mr. Lawson always liked to here his name being said after his employees spoke. But, if you called him ‘sir’, then he would always become angry. In fact, he once fired someone for saying ‘sir’ instead of his name. There was even a law suit over it. Unfortunately for the employees, however, he lost. Nobody wanted him in a worse mood than he already was.
Mr. Lawson walked past him and into a room marked “Employees Only.” It was his office. Even though the sign said ‘Employees Only,’ It meant ‘Mr. Lawson Only.’ No one went into his office unless they wanted to get fired.
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Prologue
Ryan held onto a paper cup filled with freshly-brewed coffee. He sat at the Hollow Heart Café. It was a normal Friday. A simply blissful Friday. To him, it was the refuge of the week. The day that worked stopped for most people-when he could comfortably switch from work to relaxation and taste the first feelings of salvation. What a wonderful day of the week. But, most importantly of all, it was raining.
Ryan loved the rain. It was so sad, and yet peaceful at the same time. He adored gloomy things, and all of the dark aspects of life. It made it that much more bright when something good happened. Though, that was his perspective of life. And it was also another way he could be different. Ryan was the only person that he knew that could honestly say “It’s a beautiful day,” with rain clouds in the sky. He was happy when his environment was sad. But, it wasn’t always enough. Sometimes, just because it was raining, or because it was his favorite day of the week, didn’t mean he was happy.
Ryan was happy, though. He was in a good enough mood to smile.
And then he woke up.
It was Thursday, Ryan’s least favorite day of the week-it mocked him in the fact that he had been working all week, yet he still wasn’t finished with working. It fooled him into thinking that the salvation had come. It was almost malignant. Worse than the day, though, was the weather. It was a sunny day. The sky was a clear, plain shade of cerulean, untouched by the comfort of clouds. The bright sun was apparent, and unveiled. It was an awful day.
Ryan had to work today. He worked at the Hollow Heart Café down the street from his house. It was just like everything else- close enough to walk. He had luckily settled into an apartment next to the café, a grocery store, a theater, and some fast-food restaurants. This meant that he never needed to buy a car. He never needed to visit anyone, since the rest of his family was dead. The doctors had said that his family was unluckily given a gene that made all of them prone to cancer. His mother was the least lucky of all, though. Instead of dying of cancer, she died when she had gotten into a horrible head-on-collision with a huge semi. Of course, the semi driver didn’t suffer from any severe injury, but his mother had always driven an old, small car. The tiny car never had a chance. Neither did his mother. This had happened when he was only 8 years old. And now it was 16 years later.
That was why he bought a house in such a small town- he had developed a fear of cars ever since then. It had been pandemonium for him when he had had to ride a bus to his new house, and carry many of his possessions with a suitcase. He became even more nervous when cars had been speeding by and zooming down the streets.
After Ryan was dressed and ready to go to work, he began walking down a short sidewalk along an asphalt road. There was a driveway to the movie theater that cut off the end off the sidewalk. Once he reached that area he turned left and carefully walked down the street. His black hair seemed to shine into the piercing sunlight, attracting the heat to his face, and giving him a headache. It was exceptionally warm for early fall-it seemed as though the summer weather would never end. Ryan stepped into the shade of the outdoor vestibule of the strip mall that housed the Hollow Heart Café. The shade was comforting after being under a powerful sun’s beams.
Ryan walked into Hollow Heart Café wearing his dark red work vest with a name tag. The inside of the café was the same, plain environment as ever. The carpet was a dull shade of blue, and the walls were a dark blue that helped give the illusion of a dark day. The café’s lights weren’t on-they never were. It set a gloomy, poetic mood that never went away, despite the weather. The counter that rested on the other side of the room was vacant, except for the cash register and a small bin for pamphlets advertising some condos in Florida.
It was a comfortable place for Ryan. He was early, so he walked across the long room to the counter and began setting up the café for customers- he made sure the tables and floor was clean, made sure there were condiments at each table, and finally put the “Open” sign up. Ryan apparently hadn’t realized how early he was, because he was able to sit down and write down ideas on new stories. You see, he didn’t just work at the café-that was no way to make a living. He also wrote books. Ryan thought that the whole café brought him inspiration for new books. His most recent book was about a 16-year-old girl who had cancer. It was a sorrowful story, unlike many of the other stories he wrote.
The bell by the door chimed as someone walked into the café.
“Welcome to-” Ryan broke off as he realized who it was. “Oh, um, good morning, Mr. Lawson.” Mr. Lawson was the manager, and never seemed to be in a good mood. Ryan didn’t like him, but always did what Mr. Lawson said. It was the only way to keep his job.
“What’s good about it?” he demanded in a booming voice. Mr. Lawson was pretty tall, and definitely wasn’t skinny. He was becoming bald, but only on the top of his head.
“Nothing, Mr. Lawson.” Ryan said in an overly-timid voice. For whatever reason, Mr. Lawson always liked to here his name being said after his employees spoke. But, if you called him ‘sir’, then he would always become angry. In fact, he once fired someone for saying ‘sir’ instead of his name. There was even a law suit over it. Unfortunately for the employees, however, he lost. Nobody wanted him in a worse mood than he already was.
Mr. Lawson walked past him and into a room marked “Employees Only.” It was his office. Even though the sign said ‘Employees Only,’ It meant ‘Mr. Lawson Only.’ No one went into his office unless they wanted to get fired.