Saturday, 13 August 2011

Something New...

It occurred to me last night, whilst speaking with my friends/peers/betters (what ever you wish to be known as) that this blog could be of more use for me as something productive, than something or rather some place for me to moan and groan about the pangs of life. So, after 75 Posts to Making the Unmissable Missable I am going to turn everything around and use this space as a productive workshop for my ideas and a hunting ground for new ones to be slaughtered on this page like freshly squeezed words from a pen.

And without much further ado, may I present to you something I re-found recently, as it was something I wrote inspired by 'L.A. Noire' while Tag was still playing it before the summer. I really must acquire that game somehow. Anyway, I how you enjoy whatever this is or even cold be, and if you have any ideas, don't hesitate to inform me through the proper channels.

Also, for your information, in my older age I've lost the ability to title my scribblings so I've simply labled this 'Something New' (OMG he said the title of the blog in the blog! I love it when people do that!) in the hope that something new will happen and indeed get titled.

“His face. That is all I remember. The creamy eyes to the deep lustful lips. He had no hair, but dark skin. He wore a collar of blue feathers, and...and... I do not remember much else I’m afraid to say. He was with them. He was one of them.”

“But you don’t remember?”

“I remember enough. Or what was left to me to remember. He took them, he took my memories. I have had no childhood, no youthful experiences, no first love, or murder, or betrayal, or happiness. It is strange to think that I have no happiness in my life. I might have done once might you think? Though all I remember is the here and now. So inspector, ask what you will.”

“But you’re here. How can’t you remember God-damn-it?! HOW?”

“I do not know how. I do not know who, where, or when if you are going to ask those questions as well in your enquiry. I simply do not remember.”

“Bullshit. Alright then, riddle-me-this smart ass. Why?”


“Yeah, you said you didn’t know how, who, where, or when, so why?”

“I see your reasoning. I do know why.”


“Well what, inspector?

“Well tell me Motherfucker!”

“I understand. You do not need to become aggressive inspector. The reason why they needed to do this to me is because they needed this to be done to me. Otherwise you would be asking me all these questions and I would be lying to you.”

“You little shit. You think this is funny do you?!”

“It would have been an amusing outcome would you not say inspector?”

“Who says you’re not lying to me now?”

“Careful inspector, one might think you might lose your temper. I don’t think it would be good for either of us. I would be battered or bruised or dead for one, and you. Well you would be discredited. Disgraced, humiliated.”

“Er, Inspector Sir? ...Sir? ...John?”

“Yes what is it?”

“The Super’s down the corridor and you’ve got the suspect by the neck. Do you want him to walk free?”

“No, I want him to confess!”

“Well as we both know inspector, my memory has been erased, and we both know that I cannot answer any of your questions, and the more I think about it I am becoming less inclined to do so anyway. You have been showing me your true colours after all.”

“John, we need to go. It’s not our case. John quickly for God’s sake.”

“They knew you wouldn’t talk, didn’t they?”

“Would if I could.”

“John, let’s go!”

Carpe diem, until next time bloggers...

P.S. I will more often than not be moaning about life soon, so don't worry those of you who enjoy reading the disappointingly teenage angst this twenty year old goes though. Oh how immature I am.

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