Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Deadly

Got the idea at work and just fiddled around with it for a few minutes.

Eating at a restaurant alone is just something that I do. Every Friday night, I take myself out to a fancy gourmet place in whatever city I happen to be in. People usually leave me alone. But, as fate would have it, one night, someone didn’t ignore me. That was the night that I met him.

He didn’t know what he was getting himself into, flirting with me. He didn’t know that that by merely talking to me, he could put us both in danger of being killed. But how could he have known? And I certainly wasn’t in a position to tell him. He, too was eating alone. Lonely people are attracted to other lonely people, I suppose. However, I was alone by choice. And I was not lonely.

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Toby Willis's Big Day

Wrote for five minutes for a grand total of 276 words. The first four sentences are a prompt I found online.

Some are born heroes. Others have had heroism placed upon them. Toby Willis was neither. A fact that made his eventual saving of the world all the more surprising. It surprised him more than anyone else, I suppose, but when it was all over with he felt as though he’d known all along that it was, indeed, possible. It had not been an easy task, but somewhere in the middle of chasing down the monstrous robot that had been stomping all over the Manhattan area, he’d realized that what he was trying to do was indeed possible. He just knew, that he’d be the one to do it, not only that but he was the only one who could do it. It was his duty.

He started life as a perfectly normal child, very quiet perhaps, but completely normal none the less. His parents never suspected anything might be special about him, and neither did his teachers. He never was the smartest, or the fastest, or even the strongest. But when he stopped that robot, he had realized that there was something amazing about him. He was not normal. He had powers—strange powers that he didn’t really comprehend how to control. But they’d been effective. He was a hero.

Heroism has consequences, though. Now he’d never be able to keep it a secret. Everyone would want to know how he’d done what he’d done, and he’d have to explain, and it’d all be one big mess. He half wished that he’d just let the damn robot terrorize the city. But one good thing came out of all his work. He met his mentor that afternoon.