So after a while of pottering around home being ill and all a few weeks ago, not being able to go out an do sport or complete any work, generally tired beyond repair and needing something to keep my brain from rotting, I was challenged... kinda, to type a novel, because why not?
Don't ask me how it started, because it's difficult to explain. But what is far easier is that I wrote this for a purpose. Seeing all the recent news and general rubbish leading up to Christmas, socially economically, environmeantally, politically, whatever, I wanted to write a satirical novel based loosely on a crime drama and an... erotic... novel (don't ask, this was the challenge set by a friend, and don't worry, those bits aren't to be posted).
Inspired mainly by John Steinbeck and his portrayal of everyday life during the harsh 1930's, I wanted to show the world how I see it, kinda...
So here it is, no title yet, I need something witty and clever, because nowadays certain novels are losing that charm. *READER DISGRESSION ADVISED* There be swears and whatnot, and other stuff, nothing bad though. It's been americanised language wise, just to make it easier considering it's setting. Still needs to be proofread and properly edited, so laugh at my mistakes, it adds to the charm of a beginner
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The novel is set in North America in a fictional city called West County along the East Coast. The city has become an area of success in recent years due to entrepreneurs and industry flooding the city with life and employment, however, the harsh realities of life are played out by several characters, showing the flawed system that society faces in particular cases. The story follows a prosperous Law Graduate Johnny Walker and his journey into the depths of West County, meeting the rich variety of "life" Earth has to offer. But behind every story is a sense of darkness, one he will have to overcome and quash to free the city from the ever increasing crime rate.
Chapter 1
Enjoy, I would appreciate feedback, these kind of stories aren't for everyone, and it's very long, like novels should be :D.
Lotsa love,
Torty
Don't ask me how it started, because it's difficult to explain. But what is far easier is that I wrote this for a purpose. Seeing all the recent news and general rubbish leading up to Christmas, socially economically, environmeantally, politically, whatever, I wanted to write a satirical novel based loosely on a crime drama and an... erotic... novel (don't ask, this was the challenge set by a friend, and don't worry, those bits aren't to be posted).
Inspired mainly by John Steinbeck and his portrayal of everyday life during the harsh 1930's, I wanted to show the world how I see it, kinda...
So here it is, no title yet, I need something witty and clever, because nowadays certain novels are losing that charm. *READER DISGRESSION ADVISED* There be swears and whatnot, and other stuff, nothing bad though. It's been americanised language wise, just to make it easier considering it's setting. Still needs to be proofread and properly edited, so laugh at my mistakes, it adds to the charm of a beginner
.The novel is set in North America in a fictional city called West County along the East Coast. The city has become an area of success in recent years due to entrepreneurs and industry flooding the city with life and employment, however, the harsh realities of life are played out by several characters, showing the flawed system that society faces in particular cases. The story follows a prosperous Law Graduate Johnny Walker and his journey into the depths of West County, meeting the rich variety of "life" Earth has to offer. But behind every story is a sense of darkness, one he will have to overcome and quash to free the city from the ever increasing crime rate.
Chapter 1
A dull sun rose over the mountainous skyscrapers of West County and formed a blanket of haze upon the sleeping city, a chill wind rushed through the streets gently caressing the leaves on the old oaks along the sidewalk, forcing them to shiver and moan their silent song. Singular figures slunk through the dark corners of the city searching for some rest bite against the bitter chill of the November morning; lost souls in a sea of lust and greed, these were the victims of homelessness and a prominent capitalist regime, and they made their presence known by the ever increasing murder rates and rapes. For all its flaws, West County was still a hubbub of social excellence and economic success. But like all places on Earth, it was one where the rich prospered, and the poor suffered. And yet, life went on, continuous, monotonous and full of surprises, especially for those new to the city.
Johnny Walker was waking up at this time, a minute before his alarm blared out every morning at 6:30am; his body was attuned to the early start and knew a new day of hell was to begin. Tired eyes opened to a blackness that only the true light of day could hold at bay, and he violently slapped the alarm as the call of the day spoke to him, telling him a new glorious day was his. A roar of a yawn announced his arrival from his long slumber, which that night had been particularly difficult, after a late night Sunday poker game had rendered him overly hung-over and slightly poorer. He sat up, looked around like a Meerkat scouting the horizon and slowly rose from his bed, slightly dazed and blinking violently. Grasping his head he reached for his drink on the bedside table, and proceeded to knock it to the floor, making his foot wet, and himself increasingly annoyed. A murmur of discretion and a shuffle of his feet were followed by a less than elegant stumble to the bathroom, where a blinding white light greeted his sore corneas. Cowering like a bat disturbed by a flashlight, Johnny picked himself up and fell into the shower, grasping the thermostat valve handle and pulling himself to his feet before a jet of cold water pierced through his skin like fire. Surprisingly unphased Johnny stared deeply into the tiles, seeming to make sense of everything that happened before, well, after he realised he was freezing his arse off and turned up the heat of the water. Drying himself off after a quick shower, quick due to the lack of warm water available at that time in the morning and the fear of the return of chilled water, Johnny gazed into the wide mirror on his brilliant white bathroom wall, like a genius trying to figure out the impossible question.
Johnny was a tall man at around 6ft something; he never had time to measure himself. He was slim but muscular in stature with a dominating figure and a spotless posture with a rich tanned radiance from the summer vacation. His face was young and boy like with defined, but soft features. With radiating blond hair brighter than the sun itself his presence literally lit up the room, and piercing green eyes seemed to focus any gaze from a crowd to him. He picked up the razor and proceeded to style his stubble into something rugged and sexy, but it didn’t work, not this time in the morning, so he continued with a full shave. Stepping from the bathroom and stumbling yet again, but with some grace, to the side of his bed, he proceeded to open the vast inter wall wardrobe. Like a gaping chasm it seemed to contain everything but still there was room for more, it wouldn’t be a surprise if secret treasures were kept within. He picked out a snazzy piece with dark navy blue trousers, and stunning white shirt which had sleeves slightly to short which required them to be folded up, making him look professional but approachable, and the top button undone to allow some breathing space, as well as a navy tie to match his trousers. Johnny was young, 22 years old and an aspiring... office worker. Fresh out of University he was to start at the bottom and to work his way up, way down the bottom considering he studied Law for 4 years and got a first degree diploma, one of his greatest achievements.
He walked slowly into the kitchen and lounge, slightly more awake at this point with gleaming eyes fixed upon the fridge and sustenance. Grabbing a small breakfast of cereal and a coffee, Johnny looked up at the clock on the wall, adjusted his focus, and jumped from the table in fright, face white with terror, he was late, again. 4 weeks into the job and he was still late for the start of the day, which wasn’t too bad, his boss didn’t mind and accepted that the day started at 9:30am for most people instead of 9:00am. She was a minx in her own right and deserved to have this opinion, as well as the attention of every un-married man in the office. Rushing to finish his breakfast, Johnny scoffed his cereal and dumped it in the sink before sprinting to the bathroom again to clear his bowels and clean his teeth. Hurriedly he put on his coat, a moleskin jacket with a high collar that covered a striped scarf that screamed, “Sophistication”. Opening his front door the apartment and stepping one foot out he looked around before a gentle meow came from behind. Of course, Johnny forgot to feed his cat. Terry was a young tabby cat and had a beautiful black and white checked coat and a large black circle around his right eye. Johnny quickly threw down some food and watched him munch it down, before allowing Terry to stalk his territory outside the apartment once he had let him out. The landlord didn’t allow pets, and didn’t know Terry was there, but the neighbours didn’t mind, and generally handed out food to him outside in the park where his common hunting grounds were established. Johnny quickly grabbed his keys and ran to the cars down the stairs; Mrs Magrady was using the elevator, so he needed to take a short cut. Like an athlete he ducked and dived through reception to his car outside on the street, prime position for it to be stolen or vandalised, but the risk was worth taking for a quick exit from home. The car started, after some disapproval from the engine about the bitter autumn weather which had claimed so many other cars that morning. Johnny was off on his way to work, luckily, not having to take the bus like last week, where he must have dodged every human disease known to man. A new day had started, but yet again, the monotony of urban life was not over just yet.
Johnny Walker was waking up at this time, a minute before his alarm blared out every morning at 6:30am; his body was attuned to the early start and knew a new day of hell was to begin. Tired eyes opened to a blackness that only the true light of day could hold at bay, and he violently slapped the alarm as the call of the day spoke to him, telling him a new glorious day was his. A roar of a yawn announced his arrival from his long slumber, which that night had been particularly difficult, after a late night Sunday poker game had rendered him overly hung-over and slightly poorer. He sat up, looked around like a Meerkat scouting the horizon and slowly rose from his bed, slightly dazed and blinking violently. Grasping his head he reached for his drink on the bedside table, and proceeded to knock it to the floor, making his foot wet, and himself increasingly annoyed. A murmur of discretion and a shuffle of his feet were followed by a less than elegant stumble to the bathroom, where a blinding white light greeted his sore corneas. Cowering like a bat disturbed by a flashlight, Johnny picked himself up and fell into the shower, grasping the thermostat valve handle and pulling himself to his feet before a jet of cold water pierced through his skin like fire. Surprisingly unphased Johnny stared deeply into the tiles, seeming to make sense of everything that happened before, well, after he realised he was freezing his arse off and turned up the heat of the water. Drying himself off after a quick shower, quick due to the lack of warm water available at that time in the morning and the fear of the return of chilled water, Johnny gazed into the wide mirror on his brilliant white bathroom wall, like a genius trying to figure out the impossible question.
Johnny was a tall man at around 6ft something; he never had time to measure himself. He was slim but muscular in stature with a dominating figure and a spotless posture with a rich tanned radiance from the summer vacation. His face was young and boy like with defined, but soft features. With radiating blond hair brighter than the sun itself his presence literally lit up the room, and piercing green eyes seemed to focus any gaze from a crowd to him. He picked up the razor and proceeded to style his stubble into something rugged and sexy, but it didn’t work, not this time in the morning, so he continued with a full shave. Stepping from the bathroom and stumbling yet again, but with some grace, to the side of his bed, he proceeded to open the vast inter wall wardrobe. Like a gaping chasm it seemed to contain everything but still there was room for more, it wouldn’t be a surprise if secret treasures were kept within. He picked out a snazzy piece with dark navy blue trousers, and stunning white shirt which had sleeves slightly to short which required them to be folded up, making him look professional but approachable, and the top button undone to allow some breathing space, as well as a navy tie to match his trousers. Johnny was young, 22 years old and an aspiring... office worker. Fresh out of University he was to start at the bottom and to work his way up, way down the bottom considering he studied Law for 4 years and got a first degree diploma, one of his greatest achievements.
He walked slowly into the kitchen and lounge, slightly more awake at this point with gleaming eyes fixed upon the fridge and sustenance. Grabbing a small breakfast of cereal and a coffee, Johnny looked up at the clock on the wall, adjusted his focus, and jumped from the table in fright, face white with terror, he was late, again. 4 weeks into the job and he was still late for the start of the day, which wasn’t too bad, his boss didn’t mind and accepted that the day started at 9:30am for most people instead of 9:00am. She was a minx in her own right and deserved to have this opinion, as well as the attention of every un-married man in the office. Rushing to finish his breakfast, Johnny scoffed his cereal and dumped it in the sink before sprinting to the bathroom again to clear his bowels and clean his teeth. Hurriedly he put on his coat, a moleskin jacket with a high collar that covered a striped scarf that screamed, “Sophistication”. Opening his front door the apartment and stepping one foot out he looked around before a gentle meow came from behind. Of course, Johnny forgot to feed his cat. Terry was a young tabby cat and had a beautiful black and white checked coat and a large black circle around his right eye. Johnny quickly threw down some food and watched him munch it down, before allowing Terry to stalk his territory outside the apartment once he had let him out. The landlord didn’t allow pets, and didn’t know Terry was there, but the neighbours didn’t mind, and generally handed out food to him outside in the park where his common hunting grounds were established. Johnny quickly grabbed his keys and ran to the cars down the stairs; Mrs Magrady was using the elevator, so he needed to take a short cut. Like an athlete he ducked and dived through reception to his car outside on the street, prime position for it to be stolen or vandalised, but the risk was worth taking for a quick exit from home. The car started, after some disapproval from the engine about the bitter autumn weather which had claimed so many other cars that morning. Johnny was off on his way to work, luckily, not having to take the bus like last week, where he must have dodged every human disease known to man. A new day had started, but yet again, the monotony of urban life was not over just yet.
Enjoy, I would appreciate feedback, these kind of stories aren't for everyone, and it's very long, like novels should be :D.
Lotsa love,
Torty
(Perhaps a fatal flaw? You'll find out). But you will see what happens throughout the novel, the City will have a large influence on the character/ characters involved.