Che-Lives Novel

[RedAnarchist]

This is just a suggestion, and i would like feedback on the idea.

On this thread, we could write a novel. Each member can continue the story on. This will encourage creativity, teamwork and will help members develop their literary skills.

It would be like our poetry thraed, except that this thread would be one big, long story.

[SittingBull47]

I love the idea and I love writing. You have my support. :cool:

[Pedro Alonso Lopez]

Yeah sure, why not.

[revoevo]

Sure, sounds cool.

[MiniOswald]

It'll all end in tears but what the hell writing is fun

[God of Imperia]

Ok, but when do we start?

[Pedro Alonso Lopez]

You may as well start.

[SittingBull47]

should we brainstorm a story, or should we just have people start to write what could be the beginnings. We could improvise, that way each section would vary as much as the person writing it.

[che's long lost daughter]

That is really a great idea! I myself am dreaming of writing and publishing a novel one day which is quite revolutionary in nature. Let us start with the plot.

[truthaddict11]

how about "It was a dark and stormy night" or "Once upon a time"?

[Dirty Commie]

the end

[Ortega]

He was an angry man.

[Invader Zim]

Little jim wept as daddy pounded him again and again.

[Ortega]

He wanted to scream, but he knew that his daddy would only make it worse for him if he did.

[(*]

it wasn't the first time little jim had been molested, recalls a night two weeks ago..."Stop Stop! I'll behave, I'll behave...Noooooooooo......."

His painful screams went un-noticed, until one fateful friday evening when...

[Ortega]

...his mother walked through the door. She saw Jim with his pants down, and his 'daddy' standing naked with a belt in his hand. She didn't need an explanation. She knew what had happened.

[Individual]

The next thing Jim knew, he aprubtly woke to a pulsing sound.

His alarm was screaming, and the time read 4:20. He knew that it was early morning, as his curtains were open and he noticed the dim light shining through.

Jim was utterly confused. Had that been a terrible nightmare, or was his father truly deranged? There was only one way to find out.

...

[(*]

he took a long cold shower, threw on a pair of tattered diesel jeans and a che shirt then bolted out of the door on route to his fathers physician. After arriving at the practice of Dr. Heinrich Von Schlassenberg, dawned a ski mask, "jimmy'd" the lock, and snuck into the file room. He frantically searched for his old mans records, and finally pulled out a 3 inch think file with the words "Top Secret" written in bright red, 14 size font.

He opened the cover, and to his surprise, noticed the emblem for the C.I.A.....

[Dirty Commie]

He didn't know whether to be angry that his father was working for imperialism, or angry that he was keeping it a secret from his loved ones.

[SittingBull47]

Jim was in a daze. Upon seeing the ominous letters "CIA", he suddenly felt panicked. He quickly tossed the folder into a pack and walked as quietly as his torn and dirty shoes would allow. He grasped the cold door knob of the physician's record room, but at the same time he heard a sound. He stopped short and just let his hand touch the knob ever so lightly. He stopped his breathing and strained his hearing to pick up anything that would indicate footsteps. In a few seconds he regained his wits and decided to slowly, slowly, back away and try to conceal his presence. As he shuffled back behind the door, he thought he heard another sound. This left him standing still such as before, only this time more afraid...

[pandora]

Turning he noticed a letter opener on the desk, he grasped it and maintained a position behind the door.
In walked his father, seems he had followed Jimmy there.
"Come on you little punk, I'll fuck you up."
Jimmy was suddenly filled with cold reserve. He waited till his father began to enter the door then slammed the door against him with all his might, catching his father's hand in the door. As his father tried to reach with his hand, Jimmy stabbed his hand with the letter opener, "That's for the ACLU motherfucker, say hello to my little friend."
"You little shit, wait til I get a hold of you," screamed his father in rage.
"Wait till your CIA buds find out you raped your own son, you sick fuck!" Yelled Jimmy, suddenly filled with a strength that surprised him. "You fuck with me I'll kill you! Me and Mom are going to get away from your punk ass, and we'll be taking wire transfers from your account. Of course I'll be living at an undisclosed location, you try and find me I'll shoot your ass."

[(*]

Jimmy quickly ran out of the office, only to find the building had been surrounded by local law enforcement, the F.B.I, and the C.I.A (so it seemed)
Helicopters swarmed the sky, and a voice yelled out...."Put your hands up, drop that letter opener now"

Jimmy slowly put down the letter opener, he glanced over his left shoulder and noticed...

[Invader Zim]

His mother, she was wearing some fucked up bondage gear, and holding a cain...

[che's long lost daughter]

And his mother tapped the cane against the drawer nearby to try to catch his attention and said: "Jimmy, help me, I gotta pee."

[Dirty Commie]

The immense roar of laughter gave the small army of pigs a split second where their guard was let down. Jim calculated the risks and decided it was best to run....

[Ortega]

But suddenly, in front of him, he saw his uncle. He was hanging from a post, a look of pure fear on his rotting, bloated face. As Jim walked slowly and reverently towards the corpse, he heard a sound behind him. He whirled around, ready to confront the awful rasping noise.

Suddenly, his eyes flew open. The alarm clock by his bed screamed raspily, and he was alone in his own room in his own apartment.

[Dirty Commie]

"I'll get that bastard some day..." thought Jim crawling out of his bed. "Ten years of hiding from that s.o.b. is enough"

[Ortega]

He crawled into his bathroom and puked.

[Danton]

Wiping his chin he glances grimly at his scarred reflection in the broken mirror, heavily sighing reaching for the small bottle of pills...

[Dirty Commie]

"No, not today" he said closing the cabinet with a feeling of self fulfillment mixed with mental pain. "I've made it the whole week"

[MiniOswald]

fine but I think the hell beast was good:

Jim went over to the kitchen table in an almost trundling fashion, he grabbed an already bottle of kulana orange juice and finished it off. "urgh tastes like that usual shitty kulana quality" he commented, unfortunatly he then realised he wasnt wearing any clothes

oh and

We're working our ass off.
Is it one big communal ass?

[Dirty Commie]

please delete, or edit, with a better sentence the previous post.
We're working our ass off.

[SittingBull47]

Originally posted by Dirty [email protected] 7 2004, 09:47 PM
please delete, or edit, with a better sentence the previous post.
We're working our ass off.
Amen.

He took a last glance in the mirror before he started to dress for work. "Fuck it, I don't smell terrible". He skipped his somewhat-routine shower and shuffled out of the bathroom. He looked over his cramped living quarters and found his shoes. He grabbed a semi-clean pair of pants and a shirt, slipped on his shoes, and took the 5 steps required to reach the kitchen. Ashes lay strewn over the knicked surface of the second-hand table; he flicked on a light and swatted the visible dust, swirling the oxygen-starved air and the cigarrete smoke along with it. Jim opened the fridge, grabbed whatever looked suitable for a breakfast morsel, and ambled out the door down to his car.

[Dirty Commie]

The chilled wind startled Jim. It was only september and the average temperature was dropping a degree a day. "damn global warming" he muttered as he started the engine. He ambled along the free way staring blankly at the billboards. "Why do they bother with advertising?" he thought " the money always end up in the hands of the same business men and politicians. It's like they want to waste money"

He walked into the store, three minutes early as always, had a cup of the sludge they called coffee and began typing.

[Pedro Alonso Lopez]

Where had Jim been he pondered. Such musing is for idiots he thought, must be some kind of drug he was on. This kind of haze usually meant the cannabis had taken the strange effect of mixing with alcholol. He thought scatological but he couldnt be sure. These thoughts, everywhere. I have to stop reading de Sade he muttered but by the time that fleeting thought had passed his mother had produced a cup of tea which had the calming effect of making him that little bit saner.

'A revolution' he thought, would be quite nice right about now...

[SittingBull47]

He got back to work quickly, not letting his mind wonder too far off topic. "start from the top" he thought. He picked up his book by a soi-disant up-and-coming author. He read his notes and began his review. "Cliched, unattached, and sterile" were his three impressions. The boy obviously couldn't write anything except to please the housewives and yuppies. His next review was for a young man, Shane Torre. "Interesting", he thought...

[Dirty Commie]

After the first three chapters he realized it was nearlyone pm. He glanced at the page number, it was 351. He wrote in the margin "reduce chapter length, maybe split into two volumes". He left his cramped office and walked down the road to the bagel shop for his lunch break.

[Hate Is Art]

on the way to the bagel bakery, he fell into a open man hole.

[Danton]

And died of severe head trauma.. The end

[che's long lost daughter]

No, he didn't die. Holding a cigarette in one hand, the baker rushed on to him and transformed into The Hulk. He helped him get out of the manhole and rushed him to the nearest hospital. He suffered from an epidural hematoma so a stat craniectomy was performed and the doctors were successful to get the clotted blood out of his head. He recovered but has developed retrograde amnesia.

[Dirty Commie]

This could have gone somehwhere....

[MiniOswald]

jeez i get told off for a hell beast but danton gets nothing for killing our main character! hell beasts make books ask garth marenghi!

[Dirty Commie]

No One on this site is more into horror and sci-fi films than I am...but I wanted this to be a serious story...

anyway...

As he laid in his hospital room he heard the shuffle of feet and panicked voices. Then a loud bang, then two more and a muffled scream of terror....a soldier fumbling with a hand gun fell through his door way with a deep gash in his chest.

[SittingBull47]

man. some of the prev. posts should be deleted but i'll pick up where Dirty Commie left off.

Jim shot up upon the soldier's helpless intrusion. They looked at each other for a split second. The wounded man shunned away and crawled out of the doorway. Was Jim imagining this?

[RedAnarchist]

Nope. As the doors swung slower and slower until the footsteps outside became muffled, Jim made sure that he was fully free from slumber, and walked slowly and cautiously to the doors. He opened one, and revealed a scene of comeplete and utter....

[RedAnarchist]

solitude. The doors had hidden a corridor of absolute silence, a desert of nothing. Jim slowly walked into the corridor, allowing the flimsy door to swing behind him. He looked around to explore this quiet corridor. He was walking down the corridor towards a rusty brown gate, when the most inhumane screech echoed down the corridor from behind Jim. Jim froze, and when he had the courage, turned very slowly around to see what could only be described as...

[Pedro Alonso Lopez]

...desolation, nothing much was left. He rubbed his eyes a little but still just rubble. The glazed look soon dissappeared and it all become clearer. His only response was to shed a few tears and then he just have to start walking...

[SittingBull47]

but all was not lost. A small area shrouded in the ashes and smoke of an explosion was what Jim stumbled upon. He looked around and heard screaming, crying, disbelief. The soot got to him, he wiped away more tears. He heard sirens approaching, so he walked with some trouble to the side of the damage zone. He glanced downward as he stepped on an object he believed to be a singed pillow, but sadly not so. He had stepped on a solitary arm, possibly ripped from a young nurse. He gasped and jogged to the gathering crowd around the area. He had no idea what to think...

[Dirty Commie]

The FBI seemed to have arrived before the liquid oxygen tank and erupted...they were gathering witness accounts, samples of burned flesh and were investigating a strange tunnel.

"what is that" Jim muttered in disbelief. He had seen the types of tunnels that miners dig, and this seemed to resemble one, except it had none of the lighting and electrical equipment leading inside, and was leading from the stair well to the ground...

[SittingBull47]

(how long do most of you want this to be. because the way this is going, theres no way in hell this would even come close to a short novel.)

[Dirty Commie]

I don't care how short it is.

[RedAnarchist]

What we should do is trash this one, and re-start it by people posting suggestions about characters, settings, plots etc and then writing it.

[SittingBull47]

damn straight. lets toss this train wreck

[Dirty Commie]

trash away....I'd like the next one to be real.

[MiniOswald]

ok i promise ill be sensible on the next one

[SittingBull47]

good. now we should begin with the genre.

I personally have no preferences, so if anybody wants this to steer toward a certain direction, speak so.

(Xphile, do you just wanna start a "che-lives novel #2")?