12-01-2009, 03:06 PM
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 cBay Rating: | Gettin' Published, Yo! (previewinside) That's right, guys! I'm getting published next month! 5,000 copy initial release. Nothing like The Lost Symbol, but it's royalty checks! Here's a quick preview of the very beginning. Its a fast-paced, sarcastic, hell of a story if I do say so myself. Quote:
On the boardwalk, in the dark, pouring rain. Riddled with glass. That was me, and I was having a bad night.
My phone was in my car. My car was fifteen miles away, upside-down in a ditch and on fire. Fuck my life. Sideways. With a rake.
Pretty sure my left arm is broken. I don't think it's meant to bend this way. Plus, I had to sit on the side of the road after crawling outta the wreckage to rip a piece of bumper outta my leg. Blood starting gushing, so I screamed and shoved the metal back into the skin.
It might've been comedic, save the circumstances.
Oh, and I can't see out of my right eye. That's a nice bonus.
I walked on the road all day. Someone might've stopped, it I hadn't've been stumbling around like one of the zombies from Dawn Of The Dead. Complimentary trail of blood, to boot.
Fifteen miles of walking, and now it was dark, wet, and cold. I was in euphoric post-shock, damn well aware of it, and mildly pissed off. I had nowhere to stay tonight. Plus, this city-
"Sir!" What the fuck? I turned my head real quick. Not my first mistake of the day, but it felt like I was shot in the back of the head.
"Sir! Do come in!" Holy shit, it was a doorman. A real one, monkey suit and funky hat and all. I waked to him and his eyes widened.
"Sir, can I call you an ambulance?"
I waved it off. "Nah, I'll be okay. Just need some sleep..."
"But, your eye, sir."
My working eyebrow went down. "I'm sure it'll heal."
He pointed to the opposite door, made of shiny, mirrored glass. ""Sir, please have a look."
I looked. The little metal Pontiac symbol was buried deep into my eye, sharp side first. "Herple-" was all I managed to say, before collapsing onto the ground.
My last conscious thought was why didn't I get the Ford? | |
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