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Can You Continue?
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Here is yet another attempt at a story without an end, this time, with a beginning. My question is, can you continue where I left off?
I am doing this as I write, and it may be lengthy so you will have to work with me, I'm afraid: I will call the story "Nucleus".
William Alexander was not one of those people you could pick out of a crowd; at fifty three he was ordinary looking, had no distinguishing features but that he was a trifle overweight (a self description): but, William was a successful business man, and anything, and everything he touched seemed to turn into gold for him. His latest venture was creating virtual dreams, and as he had more money than he knew what to do with he gave his creative IT team a blank cheque to work with.
Having money was one thing, having someone truly to share it with was another. He had his usual hangers on, and while it seemed on the surface he was happy with this, he was always looking for that perfect someone to share his life, and his love, with before it was too late.
That day becoming too late happened, though.
In his penthouse suite overlooking Canary Wharf, while enjoying a cool June wind wafting through the opened windows, he spied a brilliant white light on the distant horizon growing larger, drawing ever nearer. He had time only to rise from his sofa and think, "Someone's actually done it. My God!" thinking some mad fool had pushed the button to end the world before the light completely enveloped him...
As I indicated, this is a spur of the moment thing; but, can you continue?
Thanks in advance, and have fun.
I am doing this as I write, and it may be lengthy so you will have to work with me, I'm afraid: I will call the story "Nucleus".
William Alexander was not one of those people you could pick out of a crowd; at fifty three he was ordinary looking, had no distinguishing features but that he was a trifle overweight (a self description): but, William was a successful business man, and anything, and everything he touched seemed to turn into gold for him. His latest venture was creating virtual dreams, and as he had more money than he knew what to do with he gave his creative IT team a blank cheque to work with.
Having money was one thing, having someone truly to share it with was another. He had his usual hangers on, and while it seemed on the surface he was happy with this, he was always looking for that perfect someone to share his life, and his love, with before it was too late.
That day becoming too late happened, though.
In his penthouse suite overlooking Canary Wharf, while enjoying a cool June wind wafting through the opened windows, he spied a brilliant white light on the distant horizon growing larger, drawing ever nearer. He had time only to rise from his sofa and think, "Someone's actually done it. My God!" thinking some mad fool had pushed the button to end the world before the light completely enveloped him...
As I indicated, this is a spur of the moment thing; but, can you continue?
Thanks in advance, and have fun.
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... he noticed an overlooked dust bunny left by the previous day's house cleaner Eva George-
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For a moment he berated himself. As a confirmed athesist, he despised falling into the trap of muttering the name of a celestial being of any description, just because it was a generally used term that he'd invariably heard almost daily since early childhood.
He became transfixed as he succumbed to the plasma-like glow, immediately aware that he was in fact floating, suspended like some earth bound astronaut who'd slipped the shackles of gravity, the office furniture that surrounded him remaining in situ, as if to further heighten his sense of incredulity and bewilderment...
He became transfixed as he succumbed to the plasma-like glow, immediately aware that he was in fact floating, suspended like some earth bound astronaut who'd slipped the shackles of gravity, the office furniture that surrounded him remaining in situ, as if to further heighten his sense of incredulity and bewilderment...
a colossal cannonade of discord clamoured through the thick, damp, midday air. It was loud, it was booming, it was shrill. The noise, "My God, the noise" , Billy cried trying to logically piece together the past few minutes liveliness. It was after the sudden light-blindness and perforated ears, his body felt light and floaty, head spinning and his paranoia set in - almost a flashback of being a nineteen year old student again with a joint hanging out of his mouth, no care in the world except which brand of economy beans to buy, only now with 34 more years worth of wrinkles and wearing iron boots. His legs did not seem to want to move. They would not move.
The dogs stopped barking. The birds stopped whistling. The clocks stopped ticking. In the corner of his penthouse.......
The dogs stopped barking. The birds stopped whistling. The clocks stopped ticking. In the corner of his penthouse.......
... he noticed an overlooked dust bunny left by the previous day's house cleaner Eva George-Heinemann, one of the best; which left him puzzled as to the unexplained difficiency leading him to consider what else in his well ordered life (which appeared shortly to terminate) had been overlooked, especially within the last 24 hours...
The flickering television displayed white noise. The skylights began to crack and the oversized, crystal art deco chandelier that William had stealthily acquired at a Parisian flea market shimmered and swayed frantically in the background. In the midst of the silence, a telephone seemed to ring.......
....the substance had a rich velvety feel to it. It sparkled like a diamond. Hitting the ground at such a pace , the drops sounded beautifully, in time to the Flight of the Bumblebee, a piece that William had fond memories of. The liquid continued to trickle down the bathroom tiles, leaving a golden trail. It was then that it was noticed that.....
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