Short stories - I.
Howdy. Wrote these some time ago, figured I'd get around to posting them. They are all short, some very, very short.
Actually, they are more writing exercises; it'd been so long since I'd written anything, I just put pen to paper and gave it a shot. Thought about a car across the street, started writing about it, etc. That's why the first one is especially short, and especially queer.
All untitled. Transcribed from notebook, where I wrote them with a pen.
He drove at a few miles above the posted speed limit, but was jamming the old rectangular radio buttons, oblivious to that fact. Once the pride of 1960, his grandfather's Oldsmobile had been restored rather well, but wasn't to his taste. He had been saving up for a Scion, a compact car who's design was even more cubist that the radio buttons he was mashing, in a vain attempt to check the radio presets for anything of interest.
He slowed as he approached the red light at the upcoming intersection. He smiled, still unconsciously, as he thought about how the car didn't even have a CD player. He muttered something about the stone age, as he tapped his fingers on the steering wheel and nodded in the rhythm of the song in his head.
And that's when the robots came.
(end)
Notes-
Yeah, I needed an ending. For some reason, that ending tickled me. Written after that was a note about the next thing I wrote:
Hahahaha. Yeah, I don't know. We need a female lead.
Truer words were never spoken...
But, I mean here, for the writing.
Actually, they are more writing exercises; it'd been so long since I'd written anything, I just put pen to paper and gave it a shot. Thought about a car across the street, started writing about it, etc. That's why the first one is especially short, and especially queer.
All untitled. Transcribed from notebook, where I wrote them with a pen.
He drove at a few miles above the posted speed limit, but was jamming the old rectangular radio buttons, oblivious to that fact. Once the pride of 1960, his grandfather's Oldsmobile had been restored rather well, but wasn't to his taste. He had been saving up for a Scion, a compact car who's design was even more cubist that the radio buttons he was mashing, in a vain attempt to check the radio presets for anything of interest.
He slowed as he approached the red light at the upcoming intersection. He smiled, still unconsciously, as he thought about how the car didn't even have a CD player. He muttered something about the stone age, as he tapped his fingers on the steering wheel and nodded in the rhythm of the song in his head.
And that's when the robots came.
(end)
Notes-
Yeah, I needed an ending. For some reason, that ending tickled me. Written after that was a note about the next thing I wrote:
Hahahaha. Yeah, I don't know. We need a female lead.
Truer words were never spoken...
But, I mean here, for the writing.