Tom's Writing Block

[Tommtom]

Does anyone have urges to write? Let there imagination run rampant? Sometimes things click for me for a small period and I just have to write. I write weird. I don't ever stop when I'm on a role, I usually never come back to a writing and some things will always be unfinshed. So I decided to share what I usually keep to myself. Constructive criticism is always welcome; leave the hate at the door.

Without further ado:



Disease

I'm not a storyteller.
I never was.
I'll share it with you, I guess.

I'll share what I have left of my memory.
My facts may not be entirely correct.. But you can decide on what I'm saying is true or not..

You're not from here, are you?


I remember when the movement started against the 1%. The richest people in the country. It's been years.. Feels like it happened a few months ago.
Then the anti-vaccination guys came in. Spouting bits about autism; although their own research disproved it.
A president came with promises of a wall. The wall did erect. And hell, you should have seen it grow. No pun intended.


Just a warning of nightmares to come.


The wall became a bubble. They wouldn't let anyone enter the country. Clean freaks. Worse than any anti-vaccer or psychopath I've seen. Their numbers grew drastically. More and more people wanted to be clean of germs. The numbers multiplied by the thousands. A dome was built over the country. People were compulsively cleaning. Scrubbing and washing everything.
Helicopters were used to sanitate large areas with chemicals and who knows what. Everyone was.. Changing.


The rich were the first to go. Mass hysteria. "The germs must have gotten to them". "Not even the richest are clean enough" Clean and clean and clean. It seems as though that's our countries sole purpose.
The first thing I did was dig a big hole and rolled in it.

Does that bother you?

Are you feeling the urge?

The hole was muddy and extremely dirty. People were furious. Threatening that I'd die just like the rich did Hahaha!
I could see everyone falling apart. You could watch your neighborhood fall apart. You start seeing them deteriorate as time went on. Obsessed with it. These people weren't hypochondriacs.

The death threats were also....

Hm, I caught a cold and fever during that time. They all treated me like the plague.


I was the reaper that brought them hell.


You haven't ran away.
I guess you and I are the 1% unaffected.
It's like the egyptian times. You need your slaves to work for you. You'd be at the top of the triangle. You'd be nothing without the stairs towards the top... Or was it the opposite? I don't remember too well.
Ah yes.. The economy is just like that. You need that 99% to keep the 1% in its place, no? There isn't one without the other...
Just like rubbing alcohol, it'll clean up almost anything. Funny isn't, rubbing alcohol is 99% alcohol too isn't it?

...


Did you know the four major types of germs are.. Bacteria, viruses, fungi and protozoa?

...


I used to be a homeless man. I still am, but I used to, too. They always treated me like the plague. Nothing is different. It's funny how they see it in me; but not themselves.

They cleaned the germs of themselves and everything around them. But they couldn't clean the ones in their head.

So... How long have you been in Quarantine for?

 

[Prick]

Wow, not easy to impress me but you did. Team up with Amy, she also has it in her to write a book.

 

[Tommtom]

Wow, not easy to impress me but you did. Team up with Amy, she also has it in her to write a book.

Thank you haha! Amy's writing is fantastic and I don't really think I can compare. I'm sporadic and can't keep myself on one book I'm really glad you enjoyed it.
This was written in one whole take; no stopping or editing. There's a lot of messages I hope that everyone can pick up on. I mean A LOT of them

 

[BadAss]

Congrats on your future earnings.

 

[ERecTile]

That was like a trip with literary LSD!

 

[Madman]

Nice Tom, any relation to Commander Tom?

 

[Tommtom]

Thank you everyone! I'm not a writer, I just like to write
@Madman Possibly! Maybe. Probably not. We do have Major Tom (fancy pilot), Commander Tom (in which you speak of) and Sergeant Tom (he's a musician). I'm nothing fancy, just TommTom, the regular ol' joe who likes to write.

 

[God]

My book was a top seller for years.




Then people stopped reading it so I came up with another.

 

[Tommtom]

I sat there looking blankly at the screen. Funny how words give meanings, huh?
Writing Block is a few notes away from Writers Block.
Where would my imagination lead me today? The engine and gears in my head started moving, as I write what is currently on the page.

I pause.

Shit, what am I supposed to write about now?
Perhaps a fantasy novel about a knight that fights dragons and saves princesses.. But yearns for a wonderful life in an office job.
I can hear the motor running now. Thoughts rolling through my head

Ideas.

They all roll in your head, tumbling and shifting.. Until it hits the right spot. It ticks and gets into the right spot and stays there.
That's when you know what to write. I let my brain go into its motion, not even thinking as I write. The thoughts in your head..
The emotions, attitude and pace of something written is all reflected on you. The messages you want to say.. The particular words you use to emphasize what you want to convey..
It's something else.

Another thought.

What if Liam Neeson was doing his groceries.. paying the cashier... Walking into the parking lot.. To witness his car has been TAKEN. He'll use his particular set of skills to get his car back, destroying it in the process.. Only to find out that his vehicle was actually on the other side of the lot.

Silly. That wouldn't work. The tone would be much too serious to have such an ending. It wouldn't fit.

My brain is doing its thing. Neurons and all that sciency stuff is flaring in my head. Funny isn't it? The brain named itself. It also deems itself one of the most amazing things about humanity.

How deliciously ironic.

I start typing.


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Now that you've read it, please read it line for line, but from the bottom up.

Thanks for reading!

 

[Steel foil]

This was written in one whole take; no stopping or editing. There's a lot of messages I hope that everyone can pick up on. I mean A LOT of them

Trying to avoid writer's block will be the hardest pill to swallow. Remember it's all in the mental state. If it happens, keep going back to what gave you the inspiration.

 

[DannyDevito]

Continue...... but show us naked pictures.

 

[Joe]

Everyone thinks they can write a book about their experiences and think it will sell. Yours just may have potential.

 

[Tommtom]

@Steel foil, totally agree! @DannyDevito What kind is appropriate or this type of stuff? :shout: @Joe, Thank you! I really doubt anything I make can sell; It's fun, but maybe years down the road when I improve and gain experience to write better.

 

[Anto]

@Steel foil, totally agree! @DannyDevito What kind is appropriate or this type of stuff? :shout: @Joe, Thank you! I really doubt anything I make can sell; It's fun, but maybe years down the road when I improve and gain experience to write better.

Those years can become months if you put your mind into it.

 

[George Costanza]

I used to tape my thoughts then write them down the next day. Ever done that?. It works well and you can edit your own thoughts.

 

[Signingin]

Writing block departed?.

 

[Tommtom]

@Anto, so many things I want to do haha @George Costanza, That's something that I should start doing! Thank you, @Signingin, If you enjoy it I guess I'll continue posting!

 

[IFUSEEKAMY]

Yes please share more!

 

[Tommtom]

Covered in black robes, he towers over the couple. They were frozen in place, smiling at each other. A child lays in the hands of its mother, eyes closed, sucking on its thumb.
The mans cold breath exhales around them, the icy steam floating above the family. What seems to be his hand reaches for the newborn.
Slowly wrapping his hands around the child. The parents still as happy as ever. Staring into each others eyes.

Michael, sat across from the faceless man stared intently. "He's perfectly healthy isn't he?"
"He's as healthy as can be" the man slowly responded.
"His mother isn't in any danger is she?"
"No, the mother is perfectly fine."
"And the father?"
"He'll live a long life with his wife."

Michael crosses his legs, raising an eyebrow in curiosity. "Well, then why are you here?"
"... Michael, have you not spoken to fate? Or Justice and Power?"
"That does not concern me. It is not his time."
The man places the child down again. Slowly moving towards the glass window.
"Does God have a plan? Has he changed his mind? Is he willing to break yet another promise?"
Michael clenches his fists in angered confusion "The Almighty Lord has done nothing of the sorts; Quit your blasphemy and spit it out."
The faceless man exhales again. His cold steamy breath freezes the window, leaving icy flakes crested onto it.
He returns to the child.
"This," he says holding the child in his hands "could be the one to put me out of a job."
The faceless man faces towards Michael. "Do you still wish to stop me?"

Michael uncrosses his legs, sitting up straight. "There's an endless amount of possibilities for the child; don't act like this one child is any different. He lives as any other child would."
"I see Michael, so the powerful beings above humans are still blind in the dark"
"Are you saying the lord of lies knows as much as God? You're a fool if you think you can sway my mind with that foolish kind of act."
"Who ever said I was an ally of any, Michael?"
"You are an evil entity created from the betrayer; You're not fooling anyone"
"Ah, you think I was created by a fallen angel. Is that what your creator taught you? If you had any thought of your own, you would know that Angels die too. You should know that no Angel can create such a thing."
Michael sits in confusion yet again. What was he doing? The faceless man won't do anything as long as Michael was there. Was he distracting him for something to come? He stared at the couple frozen, smiling in place. No. It wouldn't be possible like this.

"Michael, such a human name don't you think? After all these years it's still a highly popular name. You're.. Trained to believe in God no matter the circumstance. You don't think for yourself. You haven't eaten the forbidden fruit. You've never thought about it, but there is creation, God, and uncreation. Have you never realized that God can only take away by adding? Have you never realized your lifegiver needs to create, to destroy?"

"Comparing yourself to God, you should be punished for your Blasphemy, fool."

"If that were possible, Michael. But I am everywhere. I know everything. It's humorous how you believe I am under you."

A white flash blinds the room, a shining sword appears in Michael's hand, now standing. The faceless man puts the child back into the mothers hand.

"The humans made a wonderful saying. I believe the saying goes "There's nothing to fear, but fear itself.". My question to you, is, how do you kill nothing, if it is nothing?"

Michael swings his shimmering sword at the faceless mans torso. Slicing through black smoke, as he stands there motionless. Wild swings slices through the motionless man, only black smoke trails leaving his body.

"Are you afraid, Michael? Everything dies, doesn't it? Even you."

The faceless man reaches out his hands and grabs the Archangels wrists. Michael's hands fade to gray, dropping his sword.

Michael, in agonizing pain, whispers "Get to your point, Uncreator."

"Oh? Thank you Michael. What is the point to all this, yes? Well, what is the point to anything? Purpose. You have purpose to the humans. God has purpose to give. I have purpose to take. This child will let me take everything. Something you will regret."

"You try to deceive me, Uncreator, you fool no one. The child lives. An angel watching over the child is enough, stop this foolishness and leave."

The faceless man slowly fades into smoke.

"Well then, Tell God.. That all it takes is one creation to take everything away from him. And pray that your Fallen Angel doesn't find him."



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"It means Noble Wolf, a wonderful name for him."
Alois Hitler looks down at his smiling wife, Klara Pölzl. A shiver runs down both of their spines. The room noticeably colder.
A soft echo runs along the room "When no one can stop him, I will. Let that be the last warning to creation."

 

[Janelle@Sassys]

Very nice I'm getting into writing too, albeit as I'm finishing up school so I have more time to read and write what I want. I'd love to get into non fiction true crime.


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