Jerry's Writing Twitter.
Behind this cut is today's sampling of either Micro-Fiction or Cereal for Twits... Err... Twitter Serials.
20:15 "Fuck your therapies. While you're at it, fuck yourself. I was perfectly content with my life before you invaded my space. Get out." #
20:19 "Suit yourself," he says. "I thought a chance to do some good might be the kick in the ass you needed to get back on track. I was wrong." #
20:22 He leaves, slamming the door. Holier-than-thou prick. Maybe I don't WANT to fix things. I'm happy. I was fucking happy. Let me be. #
20:31 I pick up the syringe I'd tossed across the floor and fumble around for a tourniquet. I need a release. That son of a bitch doesn't know me. #
20:36 I tie off my arm and find a vein. I inject, watching the machines flow in. Go, little guys. Give me what I need. Go find my happy place. #
20:36 I feel better already. I get up slowly, stumbling a bit, and find my way towards the fridge. There's nothing but pickles, mayo and ketchup. #
20:37 Jesus, I've got more cleaning supplies than I do food. You'd think I was on meth rather than nanites. Nah, only losers do that stuff. #
20:42 No, only the best for me. Pure, clean science. My thoughts taper and I find myself nodding off. Not unusual, but my head's in the fridge. #
20:43 I reposition, close the door, and allow myself release. Meaning, of course, that I pass the hell out. Wait, maybe not. There's darkness. #
20:44 Am I dreaming? I feel completely aware, but everything has gone dark. Am I blind? Shit, have I gone blind? No, there's a light. #
20:45 There's a spotlight on a woman. She's hard to make out. I walk towards her, my feet moving of their own will. Closer... and there she is. #
20:47 It's her - Myung Kyon. She's on her knees, she's reaching out to me. She's crying. I want to go to her, to help her, but my feet refuse. #
20:49 "Save me..." she whispers. Tears stream down her face, she quivers, terrified. I feel the same terror, it claws at the base of my spine. #
20:50 "Help me!" She finally screams, and as I reach out to her, she's suddenly torn away at breakneck speed. I'm left alone in the darkness. #
20:55 Where Kyon once knelt, I see a giant logo, "Breakaway". Again, I'm lying face down in the kitchen. So it was an ad for her posthumous film. #
20:58 Maybe he's right - maybe I can't stay away from this. Can I save the girl, again? Shit... this is going to be one hell of a ride. #
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20:15 "Fuck your therapies. While you're at it, fuck yourself. I was perfectly content with my life before you invaded my space. Get out." #
20:19 "Suit yourself," he says. "I thought a chance to do some good might be the kick in the ass you needed to get back on track. I was wrong." #
20:22 He leaves, slamming the door. Holier-than-thou prick. Maybe I don't WANT to fix things. I'm happy. I was fucking happy. Let me be. #
20:31 I pick up the syringe I'd tossed across the floor and fumble around for a tourniquet. I need a release. That son of a bitch doesn't know me. #
20:36 I tie off my arm and find a vein. I inject, watching the machines flow in. Go, little guys. Give me what I need. Go find my happy place. #
20:36 I feel better already. I get up slowly, stumbling a bit, and find my way towards the fridge. There's nothing but pickles, mayo and ketchup. #
20:37 Jesus, I've got more cleaning supplies than I do food. You'd think I was on meth rather than nanites. Nah, only losers do that stuff. #
20:42 No, only the best for me. Pure, clean science. My thoughts taper and I find myself nodding off. Not unusual, but my head's in the fridge. #
20:43 I reposition, close the door, and allow myself release. Meaning, of course, that I pass the hell out. Wait, maybe not. There's darkness. #
20:44 Am I dreaming? I feel completely aware, but everything has gone dark. Am I blind? Shit, have I gone blind? No, there's a light. #
20:45 There's a spotlight on a woman. She's hard to make out. I walk towards her, my feet moving of their own will. Closer... and there she is. #
20:47 It's her - Myung Kyon. She's on her knees, she's reaching out to me. She's crying. I want to go to her, to help her, but my feet refuse. #
20:49 "Save me..." she whispers. Tears stream down her face, she quivers, terrified. I feel the same terror, it claws at the base of my spine. #
20:50 "Help me!" She finally screams, and as I reach out to her, she's suddenly torn away at breakneck speed. I'm left alone in the darkness. #
20:55 Where Kyon once knelt, I see a giant logo, "Breakaway". Again, I'm lying face down in the kitchen. So it was an ad for her posthumous film. #
20:58 Maybe he's right - maybe I can't stay away from this. Can I save the girl, again? Shit... this is going to be one hell of a ride. #
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