Post by Deleted on Apr 20, 2012 22:42:25 GMT
Lawrence gulped as he reached out for the pen.
He had his hands clasped around it, then looked back at the notebook. It wasn't worth it.
Days passed and no matter how much Lawrence tried to occupy his thoughts with other subjects like work or television, and no matter how many times he burned the notebook, it would constantly keep coming back and try to lure him in.
Eventually, Lawrence sighed and decided to swallow his fear and put his pen to use.
There is a orphan child who lives on the streets. The orphanage he used to live in kicked him out because no one adopted him and they couldn't afford to keep him. The child goes from place to place, too scared to steal and instead eating scraps of old food out of bins and trying to find nice doorways and such to sleep in. Every day he is cold and he is constantly on the run. Kids his age laugh at him and drunks hit and abuse him.
One day he was sitting down, hidden from sight in a dark alley way, when he noticed another boy sitting next to him. His entire being was shrouded by the darkness.
"Are you truly prepared to live the rest of your life like this? Running, looking behind your back for the next disaster..." It asked him.
The child seemed confused and frightened, and as the other child moved towards him he decided to scream and run for his life, running at full pelt into a well dressed man smoking a pipe.
The child was never seen again after that day.
The well dressed man walked into his safe house. His friends were there to greet him.
They called him boss and respected him. 'boss' he liked the sound of that. It had authority. Without warning he hit one of his newfound underlings and watched him cower away, as did the others. Hitting one caused the others to become scared of him.
"Interesting..."Boss said, smiling.
Boss ran the little gang that used to gather together once in a while for illicit drugs into organised crime. They robbed banks, armed with firearms and Boss had a great time. He felt no fear as a gangster. It was empowering.
Eventually he found himself with an infamous reputation. Posters of him were up everywhere and everyone except for his friends would try to turn him into the police. And the police would try to arrest him.
After a few weeks, they did and Boss was thrown into the slammer for life after his grievous crimes.
"That was no good. Policemen surely have no fear." He thought to himself.
A prisoner went missing that night, and it was his first night in his cell too.
The officer was head of his force. He found that he didn't need to take orders and found that those above him respected him. He liked being an officer.
Soon however he had to be put into action against criminals. Organized crime. He had to fight the very people he once was and even took a gunshot wound to the arm.
"Thats no good. No matter which side I am on I am afraid." The officer said to himself.
Bosses gang members believed that the police had killed their leader, and wanted revenge. They attacked the station.
The officer was wracked with fear. He soon saw the black words that formed the former gang members.
"Why are you writing like this? I'm terrified. Dont write me into a corner..." The officer wept as he tried becoming a mobster. Then he descended back to the child he was previously. But the gang members continued advancing upon him as if he were still an officer.
He curled himself into a ball and wished he was somewhere else... a world that wasn't ruled by someone who made him feel so much fear.
"I need power... but I'm too weak to get it... STOP USING THAT PEN ON ME!" He screamed as he receded so much that as the gang member fired the fatal shot he fell in between the words the world was comprised of and fell out, a black spec on Lawrence's table.
Lawrence threw the notebook into the fireplace before it could get out. He didn't realise that it had already escaped, in a sense. He put his pen down on the table and sat back. It wasn't as bad as last time.
"Help me..." Whispered his creation.
It slowly grew again until it was a black, palmed sized baby.
Lawrence's eyes were mad with fear as he picked it up, then he felt how soft the child was. How vulnerable he was.
"Help me... I just want to live a life without fear..." He whispered as he tried to edge away from the pen.
Lawrence saw something different in this one. He accepted it. Decided to take responsibility for it.
It grew slightly into a small boy, and looked up at him with terrified eyes.
The thing he had created was black, sinister looking... but so small, vulnerable and adorable. Lawrence decided to protect it.
Lawrence put him in his room, and tucked it in.
He returned downstairs to see another notebook. But on the inside of the front page something was written inside.
"A daring first step... facing the fear he had created both inside the story and inside himself after what happened previously... but the inception is a monster. And you will regret it."
Lawrence didn't take it too seriously and he chucked the message into the fire. The fire seemed to be serving Lawrence a lot of use nowadays, burning things Lawrence couldn't bear to look at.
Lawrence stared at the notebook.
"It fears me... maybe I just found myself a fun pass time." He said smiling as he picked up his pen and prepared for the next story.
He had his hands clasped around it, then looked back at the notebook. It wasn't worth it.
Days passed and no matter how much Lawrence tried to occupy his thoughts with other subjects like work or television, and no matter how many times he burned the notebook, it would constantly keep coming back and try to lure him in.
Eventually, Lawrence sighed and decided to swallow his fear and put his pen to use.
There is a orphan child who lives on the streets. The orphanage he used to live in kicked him out because no one adopted him and they couldn't afford to keep him. The child goes from place to place, too scared to steal and instead eating scraps of old food out of bins and trying to find nice doorways and such to sleep in. Every day he is cold and he is constantly on the run. Kids his age laugh at him and drunks hit and abuse him.
One day he was sitting down, hidden from sight in a dark alley way, when he noticed another boy sitting next to him. His entire being was shrouded by the darkness.
"Are you truly prepared to live the rest of your life like this? Running, looking behind your back for the next disaster..." It asked him.
The child seemed confused and frightened, and as the other child moved towards him he decided to scream and run for his life, running at full pelt into a well dressed man smoking a pipe.
The child was never seen again after that day.
The well dressed man walked into his safe house. His friends were there to greet him.
They called him boss and respected him. 'boss' he liked the sound of that. It had authority. Without warning he hit one of his newfound underlings and watched him cower away, as did the others. Hitting one caused the others to become scared of him.
"Interesting..."Boss said, smiling.
Boss ran the little gang that used to gather together once in a while for illicit drugs into organised crime. They robbed banks, armed with firearms and Boss had a great time. He felt no fear as a gangster. It was empowering.
Eventually he found himself with an infamous reputation. Posters of him were up everywhere and everyone except for his friends would try to turn him into the police. And the police would try to arrest him.
After a few weeks, they did and Boss was thrown into the slammer for life after his grievous crimes.
"That was no good. Policemen surely have no fear." He thought to himself.
A prisoner went missing that night, and it was his first night in his cell too.
The officer was head of his force. He found that he didn't need to take orders and found that those above him respected him. He liked being an officer.
Soon however he had to be put into action against criminals. Organized crime. He had to fight the very people he once was and even took a gunshot wound to the arm.
"Thats no good. No matter which side I am on I am afraid." The officer said to himself.
Bosses gang members believed that the police had killed their leader, and wanted revenge. They attacked the station.
The officer was wracked with fear. He soon saw the black words that formed the former gang members.
"Why are you writing like this? I'm terrified. Dont write me into a corner..." The officer wept as he tried becoming a mobster. Then he descended back to the child he was previously. But the gang members continued advancing upon him as if he were still an officer.
He curled himself into a ball and wished he was somewhere else... a world that wasn't ruled by someone who made him feel so much fear.
"I need power... but I'm too weak to get it... STOP USING THAT PEN ON ME!" He screamed as he receded so much that as the gang member fired the fatal shot he fell in between the words the world was comprised of and fell out, a black spec on Lawrence's table.
Lawrence threw the notebook into the fireplace before it could get out. He didn't realise that it had already escaped, in a sense. He put his pen down on the table and sat back. It wasn't as bad as last time.
"Help me..." Whispered his creation.
It slowly grew again until it was a black, palmed sized baby.
Lawrence's eyes were mad with fear as he picked it up, then he felt how soft the child was. How vulnerable he was.
"Help me... I just want to live a life without fear..." He whispered as he tried to edge away from the pen.
Lawrence saw something different in this one. He accepted it. Decided to take responsibility for it.
It grew slightly into a small boy, and looked up at him with terrified eyes.
The thing he had created was black, sinister looking... but so small, vulnerable and adorable. Lawrence decided to protect it.
Lawrence put him in his room, and tucked it in.
He returned downstairs to see another notebook. But on the inside of the front page something was written inside.
"A daring first step... facing the fear he had created both inside the story and inside himself after what happened previously... but the inception is a monster. And you will regret it."
Lawrence didn't take it too seriously and he chucked the message into the fire. The fire seemed to be serving Lawrence a lot of use nowadays, burning things Lawrence couldn't bear to look at.
Lawrence stared at the notebook.
"It fears me... maybe I just found myself a fun pass time." He said smiling as he picked up his pen and prepared for the next story.
