I don't know why. Maybe I have too much time on my hands, or maybe like anyone or everyone out there I just feel like saying something sometimes. I don't know really, but I feel like writing. So I will.
This, for want of a better word, experiment, as I shall call it was inspired by several things. One was a flash game called "Beloved", which was interesting because it got into my head, and it made me want to experiment with something more intimate than a first-person point of view in a narrative to the point where it becomes intrusive. I've also read "Cather In the Rye" by Salinger lately and a lot of coming of age kind of stuff so there. Also, I always find that when I sit in the bus I think up phrases and sentences that sound...well...at I least I think...beautiful, and I find it a shame that I never write them down or share them.
I don't expect this short story to ever really make it big or anything, and I don't even have a proper plot yet. Right now I think I'm just going to throw one bit in every day and see how it goes.
I don't really have a working title yet, but I think a story titled " " sounds interesting. I don't think anyone has had a book without a title yet. And yet the blank title is in itself a title. Funny, how we sometimes think of nothing as really nothing when really, it is more often a thing.
I hope you have fun read it as much as I do writing it.
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ONE:
Hello.
Call me Ishmael. I could say that. I could tell you a story about me. Off to hunt the white whale. An autobiography or sorts, where a young boy grows up in the face of adversity to become a young man. Where a young girl fights against the idea that a woman has a specific place in society. Where a homosexual finds a way to accept him or herself and gain acceptance from someone else.
I could lie and tell you that I am telling the truth. I could tell you the truth and tell you I am lying. Either way, there really is no difference because what you get in the end is neither, and both. Nothing is really ever just one thing, and nothing is never really just nothing.
People say that numbers are an exception. Zero is nothing. Adding one and one together works the same on Mars as it does in Boon Lay, which is, by the way, where you live, but you probably aren't interested in that because you already know how addition works, and have, for a long time. Thats why nothing is never really just nothing, even if it is, because over and above all logic, you are the most important thing to you.
Which is why this is a story about you.
