Over Twelve thousand wurds.Written in my new book

in #writing7 years ago (edited)


Working Title: Actually I don't have a working title.
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WIP isn't a very good one is it?

First chapter after multiple revisions.
........the very near future............

“I don't think that I am human. I remember my birth. No one else I’ve that I know of can do that. To me it’s as if it were yesterday. My whole life is like that. I remember everything. I can’t NOT remember.”

“ I remember before I was born....kinda. I have voices in my head. They talk to me.”

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John: You can remember OUR birth don’t you mean?
Lee: well yeah...you’re in my head.
John: That would be OUR head. We share the same brain remember?
Lee: Ya think?
John: Speaking of sharing..you’re hogging the body again
Lee: Too bad, so sad. I need it. I’m writing my memoirs. Now if you don’t mind?
John: what do you expect me to do? I’m not sleepy. I want to go outside and play.
Lee: No. I’m typing. I can’t do that with the body outside. You’ll probably build sand castles or something.
John: YES! Excellent idea. Let’s go!
Lee. No. Ok listen. I’ll share. You can have the mouth, ears and one eye. I’m not using them. But I’m keeping control of one eye, both arms and both legs. Now leave me alone. OK?
John: .Ok..but you owe me.

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Garth was sitting nearby reading. His son was sitting at a computer typing like mad.

“Dad?” His son said.

“What’s that son?” Garth replied.

“Could we talk?” His son asked “Lee is hogging the body again and I’m bored.”

“ Sure son.” Garth put down his smartphone and moved his chair closer to his son. “What do want to talk about?”

“Tell me a story?” John asked.

“What kind of story?” Garth replied.

“Tell me about how you met mom.” John said.

“Sure son. I miss her too.” A tear came to Garth’s eye. His boys never tired of listening to him speak about their mother.”

He retold John how he had met Amira..

“ The first time I saw your mother was a dark and dreary night on a dock in city of a foreign land. I was returning to my boat after spending some time in at the police station. A small matter of one of my friends getting a bit rowdy. I got him out of jail and he went his way and I went mine. Just before I boarded my boat I heard a man screaming as if in great pain.

I walked around some freight to behold your mother. She was being attacked by several men, they cornered her in a small culdesac formed by shipping containers. She was trapped by the men. Her back and flanks were covered, only one or two of them could confront her at once. true , but she was very much outnumbered. I felt it that it would be the gentlemanly thing to do to help her. ..

So I did. My motto about fighting is that there is no such thing as fighting fair. A fair fight is a sport. Real fighting has no rules.

I had learned a thing or two about fighting when I was younger.

I stepped behind them to cut off their escape. It was becoming increasingly apparent that she wasn’t trapped in that culdesac with them, they were trapped in it with her. She probably didn’t need my help but what can I say? I guess it’s a guy thing. Rescue the damsel in distress and like that? I hit them from behind and broke a few necks before the other’s realized that I was even there. Then your mother tossed me a knife and I began cutting throats, stabbing and generally making a mess. She was better with a knife than I was. It didn’t take long. Serious fights rarely do. We killed the lot of them.

“Thank you.” She told me.

“Happy to be of service.” I told her. “Is there anything else I can do for you?”

“So kind of you to ask.” She replied “As a matter of fact there might be. Can you help me to escape from this dismal country? I’ve just about had enough of the fog.”

“You apparently have a few enemies too “I observed.“ Not very good fighters it would appear.”

“No they are not.” your mother said “Not that I don’t appreciate your help but I would have handled them easily myself. It was not I who screamed. They’re just gutter trash. There are more and better trained killers that concern me.”

“Why do so many people want to kill you?” I asked. “who have you angered?”

“It’s not me” your mother replied. “It’s my baby they want to kill. My son is the promised one. My enemies do not want him to be born.”

At the time I thought that she was a brick shy of a full load. She certainly did not appear or move like she was pregnant. Someone was certainly trying to kill her though.

“Well yeah.” I conceded “That must be a bit of a bother. I just happen to be leaving this dismal country myself. You can come along if you like, but first perhaps we’d better take out the trash. It wouldn’t do to leave it lying around to offend sensitive people.”

“Such as the police.” your mother said “Thank you sir. I accept.”

After we’d tied weights to the bodies and dumped them into the water, I hosed off the dock. Safety first. It wouldn’t do for someone to slip and fall on all of that blood.

Then I escorted you mother onto my boat and we set sail. She helped hoist the sail. Your mother knew a whole lot about a whole lot of things. She didn’t shy away from work or getting her hands dirty.

“It’s not much.” I said Later when were were inside the boat.” But it’s home. Usually it’s fairly dry.”

“It’s wonderful.” she said.

“Don’t you want to know where we are going?” I asked.

“It doesn’t matter.” she looked at Me and moved closer. “as long as I am with you.”

His son had stopped typing. Both of him were listening to Garth speak.

Then the silence was broken.

“What happened/don’t interrupt/you’re not the boss of me/ I’m listening to the story/ well I missed the first part/yeah you hogged the body is why.”

Lee-John was having an argument with himself.

“Whoa! Whoa!” Garth laughed. It was hilarious when Lee-John did this. The two minds competed for use of the same voice. They talked over each other a lot.

“The wind has calmed down outside for once. It’s fairly warm too.” Garth said, acting as a peace maker.” How about we go for walk, play ball or something?”

The boy/s agreed. John forgot about the story, Lee forgot about what he was doing on the computer. Playing with their Dad was MUCH more important.

Hours later they returned. Garth took a shower and went to bed. He wasn’t a spring chicken any more. He got tired a lot faster than Lee-John did.

Lee wasn’t tired, John was. John went to sleep and Lee returned to writing his memoir.

Le’s see...where was I?” Lee thought “Dammit...I lost my train of thought.”

Lee reread what he’d written while John had been listening to their Dad.


“One voice in particular talks to me a lot, my brother John. There are other voices, many more. I’m discovering new ones all the time.”

“But I digress. I remember my birth. I remember my dad holding me in his arms,

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“He’s beautiful” my father said.

“I want to hold him” My mother replied

“Certainly” Dad handed me to mom. She held me and looked down at my face. I looked up but not at her face. I was looking at the breakfast bar. Just inches away. I was HUNGRY.

“He’s the one!” I heard mom say. I began to wiggle” He’s the one!”

“One what?” my father asked.

“He’s the promised one.” Mom said “ He has the mark.”

Mom turned my head so that dad could see. I struggled harder.

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I had the mark. Big whoop. At the time I wasn’t interested in any mark. I was interested in food. Mom finally moved me so I could reach what had been just sitting there, staring me in the face. I drank until I was full then fell asleep at the tit, only to wake up and do it again.

I was a growing boy. I needed my milk!

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The small boy continued to write late into the night. He went to sleep in the chair and didn’t wake up when his father carried him to bed.

Garth thought about reading what his son had written but decided that would be an invasion of privacy. Perhaps someday he’d be given permission to read it but today wasn’t that day, and he wasn’t going to ask

____to be continued.______

So what do ya'll think? Comments, critiques, loose change appreciated.

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I think I like the all femmes version better, for some reason. Good revisions, Mickey :D

Thank you. I appreciate that.
I'm constantly working on it. Revision 4.0 is in the works.
I dunno if I'll post any more..but I might.

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I forgot how much i looked forward to reading your fiction posts...then you just stopped writing 'em..

thanx.

well I'm working on a new one now.
I might post the whole thing...maybe not. dunno.
depends on response..

Response is difficult, when there are only 35 active steemit users...

seems like it since the last HardFuck.

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