Category: Writers Block
Thought I'd try and post the first few parts of my story, since wordpad seems to be copying it ok.
It might be a while before I copy the rest, because it may take a while to get all of it on my computer. It's a work in progress, and I warn you, it's 96 braille pages in length, whith the braille being on one side of the paper. I'll post what I have of it on my computer, most of it is on e-pals.
Anyway, I'll post these few bits, and you all can let me know whether you think I should continue it. Thank you, wonderwoman
Where do I begin to tell the strange and unusual events that have happened to me? it seems impossible, but everything has a beginning, and I must begin somewhere.There are those who will say that what I witnessed and felt was nothing more than a dream, so vivid and real, that I confused the dream with reality, and therefore,I have convinced myself that it was real.Psychiatrists, in order to humor their patients, usually say the same thing.
"I believe this is what you think you felt, or, I'm sure in your own mind, you experienced these events, but in time, you will come to realize that what happened to you is the resultof your own imaginings, and your feelings of guilt.
Guilt? Did I realy have anything to feel so guilty about, that I would have the visions and experiences I've had?
I was either too serious, not serious enough, overlytalkative, not talkative enough.Tiffany, my best friend from work always use to say, "when ya gonna settle down Kath?You could if you wanted to,you're just afraidof committing yourself to marriage, and all that goes with it
"Oh go on, i said, "how do you know what I'm afraid of?"
"We've only been friends a couple of years I know,but whenever the subject comes up,You get this nervous expression on your face and you change the subjectvery quick."
Tif and I don't always agree,but we became friends, when I started my waitressing job at the Silver Moon restaurant.
I was really nervous my first day on the job, and Tiffany eased me through. "Don't sweat it, hon," she reassured, "just take it slow at first, and if you're not sure of an order, just ask first. Better to be sure the customers' order is right first, rather than getting it wrong too many times." I made the mistakes most newbies make at first,but with practice, and Tiffany's help, I gained skill and speed, and was able to take orders quite fast, if I do say so myself. I was fairly satisfied with my job, it wasn't the greatest,but it was a living, and living on my own, no husband and kids to support, it put food on the table.Sometimes we even spoke to the customers, though Tiffany had more of the gift of gab with them than I, I just more or less waited for my shift to be over, but I didn't want them telling the boss I was unsociable, so I tried to smile and be civil. Looking back now, I realize I realize I was a little short in some respects, in the courtesy department.It was on one of those particularly bad days, that I met Rob Hansen. I didn't know his name at first, not until Tiffany told me. That's Tiffany for you, always starting conversations right off, and getting whateverinformation she could getout of those who chose to give it. It had been a really bad dayall around,Customers complaining I wasn't fast enough, though I was going as fast as I could. Charlie, the boss, kept demanding to know when I was going to get a steak, that a customer claimed he ordered 45 minutes ago.My shift was almost over, and I wanted nothing more than to get out of there and head for home. I was doing the dinner shift, and it was always crowded at that time, especially on Fridays, when folks got payed, or had a short dinner hour, and just stopped in for a short bite. It was finally over, and I was rushing out the door, when I bumped in to a young man. He looked like he could've been about 2 or 3 years younger than I. "Watch where you're going," I snapped, "what's wrong with you anyway, are you blind or something?" "Yeah," was the response, "what's wrong with you, you sighted or something?" I stopped, dead in my tracks, totally flustered now. "You mean you really are, um, ... "It's ok, it's not contagious, nothing disasterous is going to happen if you say the word blind." "Well how was I to know that you were, I mean, that you couldn't, I mean, ... I stood there stammering, knowing I sounded like a total idiot. The more I tried, the worse it seemed to get. Finally, I gave up, and walked out the door.
I made it to my car and started driving towards home.Phew, what a day this has been, I thought. I wondered what, if anything, the blind guy told Charlie.
Charlie often liked to stop by customers tables,and ask how their meal was,and if everything was alright. Would the guy come back again, and if so,would he tell charlie what had happened?What if Charlie fired me? Thoughts of unemployment persued me as I drove.Maybe I could find a nice station on the radioto listen to,a music station that would help me relax.
Some features in cars nowadays was equipped with voice recognition,so you could use voice commands. "Radio on" I said. Instantly, the radio came on with a station playing soft rock. There were no more country stations unfortunately, They had mostly been taken over by talk stations, junky stuff, psychiatrists explaining how you could change your life. There was really nothing that could take my mind off the restaurant incident, so I turned the radio off, with the single command, "radio, off" There was a tiny click, and the radio switched off
I pulled into the driveway, resolving to get my mind off things one way or another, nothing I could do about it today. I decided to turn on the computer, and see what I could find of interest on the net.
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My name is Katharine Walker. I was born in Winston Salem, North Carolina. I am 30 years old, bornin 2064.
I am as of yet, single, happily unattached as it were, for the most part, because at some point in the relationship, either I, or my boyfriend decided we weren't right for each other.We had little, or no common interests, too little empathy, too much apathy, always something. Usually, I seemed to be at fault for the relationships' end.
Wow! That was good, I just caught you repeating one thing over again, but that's it.