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Part 1

I stepped out of the all night diner with my kit in my arm into the cool nighttime Nevada air. I looked back and winced as the bright white, red, and blue lights of the diner hurt my eyes. It was the only place I could see for about ten miles down this goddamn highway. I looked around and saw the vast area of desert around me. Nothing for miles but dirt.
I got into my pink convertible and fell on the driver’s seat with a plunk. I put the key in the ignition and fired up the car. My vision suddenly has hazy and I felt dizzy.
“I thought It’d never come…,” I said. I drifted my sentences very often.
I threw the kit on the passenger seat. I was pushing 100 MPH. I couldn’t stop my foot from pushing the pedal. My senses finally came back to me and I slowed a bit.
I’m supposed to be writing a book or something. Somehow I became a writer. I think writing is what I wanted to do at some point. It just pretty much evolved.
I felt lonely on this highway. No cars anywhere. Don’t people have to go someplace? I had to go back to my hotel. I forgot my goddamn typewriter. I could never find that thing when I needed it. I am not so much forgetful as I am careless and lazy. I wasn’t too big of a problem. Who knows what I’m gonna do after that. The damn city finally came in to view like a huge light bulb.
“There are some real weirdoes in this damn town.” Truth is I didn’t even know what this town was. I came up on it last night driving and somehow I managed to check into the hotel without getting arrested or something.
I went up to the clerk and hazily said, “Hi, uhhhhhh yeah I need to go back into my room. I forgot my typewriter..”
“What room are you staying in, sir?”
She had a squeaky voice. “Well you see I checked out but I left it in there. So I need to go back in there.”
“I’m sorry but after you check out, you are not allowed back in that room to retrieve something unless you rent the room again.”
“Are you kidding me? What the fuck kind of rule is that. The goddamn room costs more than the typewriter anyway,” I said. My voice rose as I went on with the sentence.
“Now sir, we don’t want to start a disturbance and have to alert the authorities.”
She had me. I couldn’t go back to jail. I stared at her. After a tense moment I turned around and walked out. “Now I have to do three things.” I decided in that period of time I should have someone to accompany on my journey to write a book.

 

elicit

Not bad...

Is this a true story?

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maxilion

No. I'm in 9th grade and I just feel like writing this kinda stuff. And I'm changing the name to Journey of Nothing

maxilion

Part 2
I had no idea where I was going. I was disassociated from myself and certainly from driving. It was somewhere around 1:30 AM and I wasn’t really up to driving around any longer. I pulled into the parking lot of the first motel I saw.
This is basically how I have been living for many months. I’ve been hoping from hotel to motel and back to hotel. I didn’t ever have a steady job and the only thing I could turn to was my writing, and even that seemed like a task. I have a few friends with me I manage to pick up from time to time but generally I am alone. I didn’t mind it so much as most of what people had to say was basically bullshit. I am a very quiet person and people used to get on me about this in high school. I speak if I have something important to say. I gather up information like a vacuum but I’m not much for distributing it.
I realized I had been sitting in this parking space for a few minutes. I turned the car off and went into the motel office. “Yes, I’d like a room.”
“Well what kind of room do you want? Big? Small? TV no TV?” she snarled.
She was old and fat. I knew before talking to her I wouldn’t like her. You can just tell with some people. “Well what are the charges?”
“It’s on the wall,” she replied.
I turned to the chart and lazily glanced over it. “Just give me a small room with a TV.”
“That will be four dollars and eighty-five cents. Here is your room key, number 305.”
I snatched and keys from the table and slammed the door as I walked out. I didn’t do it on purpose it was just a really loose door. I walked up the stairs onto the second floor. I put the key in and opened the door. The smell of cigarettes rushed out of the door. I dropped my suitcase on the floor and immediately fell on the bed. Somewhere around that time I drifted off to sleep.
I awoke at exactly 1:23 PM. My suit was wrinkled and my hat was on the floor. I always wore suits and a hat. I have been wearing the same kind of clothes ever since junior year of high school. It’s not like I’m a real fancy guy either I just like the style. I rubbed my eyes and went into the bathroom. I let the sink run for a little then I splashed my face. I hadn’t brushed my teeth in two days but at that moment it didn’t concern me much. Who do I have to impress?
I walked out with my kit and my suitcase and walked to the car. I had to get a new typewriter first. I drifted around town until I found a place that looked like they would sell those. There was a parking space right in front of the store. I could always get parking spaces. It was never a trouble for me. I walked in and saw a whole plethora of typewriters. Lucky me. I looked around for the cheapest one and bought some ink with it. I had to wait in line for a while though because some stupid hick was complaining about something. He had mud caked on his overalls and smelled awful. I got back into my car and decided to continue with my quest for nothing. I had an old friend who lived somewhere around the area. I stopped at a pay phone and got my phone book out of my kit.
His name was Ray Alberman or something like that. He was a pretty weird guy but he always came thru for me. I dialed his number and after seven rings he answered.
“Who is this?” he said in some kind of garbled tone.
Me and him had known each other for a pretty long time. I met him somewhere around ten years ago when I had just turned twenty. He did all kinds of crazy drugs but he was a good guy. I remember thinking the first time I met him that we would probably be pretty good friends. I lost contact with him after he went to jail about a year ago. “It’s Morris Sullivan—“
“Morris!!! Good tuh here from you. How long has been it? Eight years or something. Haahahahaha.”
“About a year, Ray. Hey so anyway, I was wondering if maybe you wanted to do some stuff today. I don’t really know what though.”
“Hey yeah sounds great. Listen I got some acid a few days ago so I’m pretty sure we could make a party out of it.”
“Alright I’ll be around your place in a few hours.”
“Okay man I’ll be right here.”
I hung up the phone and got out of the booth. Now I had to kill some time for a few hours.

neuropticon

Not too bad, but not great. I like the style you have, I would heavily suggest reading Denis Johnson's Jesus' Son, and Albert Camus' The Stranger. Those books are fantastic, and would help you refine your writings.

 

maxilion

Part III
My car was running on empty. I hazily traveled about a mile to find the nearest gas station. I parked my car next to the pump and grabbed my wallet from the center console. As I closer to the gas station, I saw two masked men in black clothing charge out the door. One of them pointed a gun at me and I immediately put my hands up.
“Gimmie your wallet! Now. I said drop it!”
I dropped the wallet on the ground and he reached down to pick it up and ran off with the other man. They got into a blue wagon and sped off into the night. This was definitely not a good situation for me as I now had no money and no gas. It was then I decided I would not go to see Ray. I don’t know why exactly I decided that but I just had a feeling it wouldn’t turn out so great.
I didn’t even bother going into the station. I figured my only real option was to stay in my car for the night. I walked back over to the car and got in again. I started it up and pulled over to the side of the road. I let my seat down and slowly drifted off to sleep, staring at the sky overhead. I had no idea what I was going to do.
I am a loner. Growing up I didn’t have too many friends and the ones that I did have used me. Unfortunately, that pattern has continued with me for all of my life. I was always by myself. Rarely ever did you see me with a woman. It’s not that I don’t like them. That is not the case at all. The thing is, I never have the confidence to talk to a woman. I always make up some stupid excuse to make myself feel better to not get down on myself. Turns out I only feel like more shit when I think that. Around my senior year of high school I got turned onto opiates. I hate them. I really do. The only thing is that they make me feel a hell of a lot better. But it’s a fake happiness. But it is the only real happiness I can ever get.
I awoke suddenly and my eyes adjusted to the bright, desert light. It took me a moment to realize what had happened just a night before. I still had no idea what I was going to do.
I reached into my pocket and found I had around five dollars. I was pretty thirsty and a bit hungry so I exited the car and walked around for a bit. Eventually, I came to a coffee shop somewhere off the road. As I walked in, I saw the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. No joke. She was somewhere around my age. She had curly hair that went down to her shoulders. She had one green eye and one blue eye. It was very strange, but not in a bad way. Her skin was a little tan, but not too much. She was somewhere around 5’10’’, a few inches shorter than me. I had no option but to talk to her.

maxilion

Part IV
I stood up from my brown, round table. I was filled with confidence. As I took a few steps forward my heart began to pound. As I took a few more steps, I soon realized that I would not be able to talk to her. I don’t know what it was but I couldn’t. I swiftly turned and made my exit out of the shop.
I stepped into a barren desert. Nothing for miles. I could not be here. This was not a good place for me. The whole time I have been here, I haven’t picked up good vibes. I don’t know how I can tell if they are good or not but I just seem to know. I had no idea where to go from here. I figured I would somehow get out of this godforsaken place. I was going to check the buses out from here. Maybe I would just hitchhike and end up somewhere. It didn’t matter to me anymore. I wasn’t doing anything with myself and I probably wouldn’t for many more years.
I began to walk in the direction I thought my car was. After walking for upwards of 15 minutes, I knew I had gone the wrong way. I began to feel angry at myself for not talking to the woman. I should have just done it. I wondered if I had a mental flaw or if I was just that stupid.
I felt tired. I did not want to continue walking on a purposeless path. My mind shut off and my body moved. I lumbered with every move I made. I felt disgusting. I felt dirty. Possibly because I had not taken a shower for a week. It was most likely best I had not talked to the woman because if I had, she would have smelled me and turned me down. Perhaps I was imagining not taking a shower for a week. Maybe this was a lucid dream. What if I was in a coma and I was imagining everything happening around me. I knew that the only way to find out for sure was to do something drastic. I picked up a large rock on the side of the road. I walked until I found a parking lot. There were maybe five cars in the lot. It was starting to get dark. I walked up to some Ford. I didn’t really care what kind of car it was. I raised the rock with my hand, and began smashing the window. I struck down with so much force that the whole windshield shattered with one blow. I did this to all of the windows. The alarm of the car somehow soothed me. No one was in site. I continued this destruction until all of the windows of three cars were shattered.
As I peered into one of the cars, I saw keys. Some idiot had left his keys in the car. I knew in the back of my mind this was real, however I did not care. I still had to see. I grabbed the keys and opened the door from the inside. My head was rushing. My whole body was rushing. It was pure euphoria. It was bliss.
The engine roared. I hit the gas and I maneuvered out of the parking lot with blazing speed. It was wonderful. The tires screeched. I looked into the rearview mirror and saw a fat man with curly read hair in a robe chasing after me. I might have chuckled. I was pushing 60 mph down the road. I went faster, and countless seconds went by. I looked again at my speed. It had now reached 110 mph. The wind was throwing my hair about. I could here nothing. I began to hum some old song I liked as a kid. It was a very peaceful, quiet song which was strange that I was humming it in this situation. I don’t know if I was making any sound because I could not hear it over the roar of the engine and the wind. I looked as far down behind me as I could see. Just barely could I see red and blue flashing lights many miles behind me. I knew they would never catch up. It was my time. I cared about nothing other than going as fast as I could. No longer did I feel disgusting and dirty. A new man had been born, and he was going to take over.

maxilion

Part V
The panic began to sink in and my muscles tensed. My body began to shake. What have I done I began to think to myself. The consequences hit me like a hammer. What happens if they catch me? What if I go to jail? I can’t go to jail.
They were all very strange feelings. This was completely new experience to me. I just have to let these thoughts subside. I have already done it and there is nothing left to do, but for me to burn it out of this town.
The wind pushed my head back like someone had just punched me in the head. My head fought to get back up into position against the wind. I eased of the gas and all the strange sensations were gone. There was no way there were to catch me now. All I had to do was keep up my pace for a few more miles and turn off the road. The driving felt like a task a few minutes later. The excitement and adrenaline had gone down and I analyzed the situation. Frankly, I was bored of this running away.
I was in a dense wooded area and pulled off at the next street. I shut the car off and my muscles relaxed and seemed to grip around the chair. I was physically drained but my thoughts were still going. The dust settled around my car and everything was calm and quiet again. Just barely could I hear the sirens. I just had to stay here and not make a sound, and they would pass right by me. I took off my sunglasses and rested them on the passenger seat. I took a few deep breaths and began to feel quite normal again. I felt like doing something active. I thought I would go right back into that coffee shop and talk to the woman. I began to spring and I remembered I had just stolen a car and committed a felony and the coppers were after me. Again my body eased. The sirens grew loader. I focused on them, tuning everything else out of my head. My thoughts became consumed by these sirens. My mind had been shut off and my head was surrounded with one noise. I could not focus on anything else. They were extremely loud. It felt almost unbearable. The sirens reached a point were it could no longer be any loader. I jumped up and looked behind my and a stream of cop cars poured into my vision. I watched 5 pass me. The sound grew smaller and I was happy. I had escaped. I was not going to prison for now. A siren again rang through my head and a police car turned onto my road. My heart sank. There was nothing I could do. I no longer had the desire to outrun the police. I had been caught and I knew it.
The loudspeaker came on and it told me to step out of my vehicle. I slowly reached for the door handle. I pulled it agonizingly. So many emotions raced through my head. I felt angry and saddened and relief and nothingness, all at the same time. I put my hands out the door to show them I was not armed. I stepped out slowly, one foot at a time. I got completely out of my car and again the loud speaker came on. It told me to get down on my knees. As it finished directing me, I felt hate towards the loud speaker. I didn’t hate the person operating it. I hated the loudspeaker. I began to see it as an enemy. It was an entity trying to protrude my space. It looked down on me and I looked up at it. I became awakened when it again told me to get to my knees, this time meaner. I stepped down. Next it told me to put my hands behind my head. I did so. After a moment of waiting for its attack again, it told me to lie down on the floor. It spoke to me as if I had some sort of retardation and I could not grasp what it was trying to enforce on me. I got down on the floor and I heard the sound of many footsteps running towards me. I braced myself for the last stand. I was ready for the blow. It hit me and I felt knees jab into my back. They used all their force on me. My head was heaved into the ground and my body was shaken. They grasped me arms and shoved them into position. The cold sting of the handcuffs hurt. They seemed to move very slowly. The metal entrapped my wrists. They clicked until they could click no more. I was really for the second cuff. I absorbed the sting and felt not much of anything. I stopped what little resist I had left and my thoughts transformed from that of a free man, and that of an imprisoned one.

maxilion

Part 6

I was yanked up from the floor. My bones were rattled by their continuous heaving at my arms. I was forced up from the ground onto my knees, finally to my feat. I was shoved from my spot in the grass to the loud, glaring police cars. I went limp and felt myself begin to fall, but soon after I was again pulled up. I barrage of screaming mean got closer to my face. They dragged me through the mud and to the pavement.
My head hurt and I was dizzy. I was not trying to resist the police when they were moving; I was simply tired and did not want to use my legs anymore.
They slammed me down to the car. My face was smashed against the hood and a large, hairy arm held me down. I saw two police officers opening the back door. I wondered why it would take two people to open one door. While pondering the thought, I was pulled up and set into the car more gently than I had expected. I man reached in from outside and put the seatbelt on me. I saw the officers walk toward their cars. The car started gunned out to the street.
I lost interest in what was happening and decided to look out of the window. An officer told me not to talk and asked me a question. The outside was much more interesting than this guy talking to me. He again asked me the question. He didn’t bother to ask again but I felt the car speed up. We weren’t going as fast as it felt we were. I liked the feeling so I thought to myself I should get a Crown Victoria when I got out.
I wondered how long I would go to prison for. I worried if this would damage my career. I then remembered I had no career. I then remembered that many famous authors have been to jail before, including one of my favorite writers, Ken Kesey.
The sunset was beautiful. The vibrant sun fell into the earth, illuminating the purple mountains and blue sky.
After what seemed like an endless period of riding around in the squad car, we pulled up to the police station.
It turned out the local police were the arresting officers so I was not taken to a large police station. The number of cars being much noticeably smaller than when then car first left. They pulled me out of the car and I tripped on my way out because my shoe was stuck. They took me to a small holding cell where they took my cuffs off. There was no room to move around or lie down. The toilet was facing the door which I did not like. I tried to lean back across the bench but a piece of metal jabbed in my back. I maneuvered around a little so the pain wasn’t as strong. I relaxed as best I could and got ready for a long night.

SmasheR

Haha I saw the quotes around the title and I was like no way XI Dream is back?

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