I'm writing a novel

JKyle · **JKyle**

Read my comics.

That being said, I used to post stories on here. So let's do another one.

'm now in on National Novel Writing Month.
http://www.nanowrimo.org/

Bad news: This may be the weirdest, most existential I've ever written . Regardless there's a message in there. I'll post the first few paragraphs of every chapter here then leave a link to where you can finsih it off, as well as read Llakor's novel in progress. Llakor being the guy I got this idea from.

DAVIS JONES AND THE TOASTER:
Scene Uno: Enter the Toaster

The office of Davis Jones was empty. Not just in the sense that were no people but in the sense that there was indeed nothing within the walls of the office. No phone, no curtains, no ceiling fans, no desks, there was no door (merely a doorway), no windows, nor did there happen to be office supplies of any kind. The only noun that ever occupied the space was Mr. Davis Jones himself.

And those occasions were rather rare, on account of both Davis’ business not exactly booming and the man’s tendency to fall prey to distractions that prevent work. But on this day Davis was indeed in his office.

However he was not the first thing Geraldine noticed in entering his office. The empty space was almost always where the eyes went. Of course, Geraldine Perkins would have a fair amount of empathy for Davis’ jealousy of his attention grabbing non-furniture. She was an incredibly mousey girl with an incredibly mousey name wearing clothes that a Quaker Librarian would describe as “dry.�?

“Your room is a void Mister Jones,�? Geraldine pointed out plainly. She’d heard of insults and did not truck with them.

“Many things are a void, Miss or Misses Whomever-You-May-Be,�? Davis analyzed her voice, attempting to detect any indications that she was a cat person.

“Quite drab,�? she examined the white walls, floor, and ceiling, in the hopes of spotting whatever held Davis so entranced.

“They say if you stare into the void you may catch a glimpse of ultimate meaning,�? Davis had not slept for eleven days. He had felt in his cartilage that a job was on the way.

“Have you?�? Geraldine fidgeted with the wrapped box she was holding.

“Have I…�? Davis began counting in his head, German for odds, and Swahili for evens.

“Caught a glimpse of ultimate meaning,�? Geraldine had been warned he would be cryptic.

“I can not say I have. I did see a bit of mildew last week that needed a good scrubbing,�? Davis smiled on the inside. He had gotten quite a deal on the scrubbing soap.

The rest can be found HERE:
http://the-w.com/thread.php/id=27828&newreply=1#315213
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Zechs · **Zechs**

Oooooooooooo

Read when I get back home
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just · **just**

So far, so good. You're a talented writer.
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"Charles Xaiver did more for mutants than you could ever know. My only regret is that he had to die for our dream to live." -Magneto, X Men3:The Last Stand

kiba · **kiba**

I'm a writer myself I think you stories are getting better by each one


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