May Writing Challenge – FPS! – Evets’ Youth Pills

May Writing Challenge – FPS!

Subject: Write a story in the first person narrative
Setting: Any
Time Period: Any
Length: At least 500 words
Restrictions: None
Due: May

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“I’ve been waiting here for an hour looking for help!” I said, tapping my foot. Today was my birthday and I was not going to miss my favorite show on TV tonight. “I need my T.V. fixed!”

The Good Buy store associate looked over at me from helping another customer. “You’ve been here five minutes, sir. I’ll be right with you,” he said.

“Well… hurry up with ya then,” I said with a sigh. Standing there with the extra time, I started going over my birthday schedule for the day. After an hour or so getting my T.V. fixed I needed to stop by my doctor’s office and then it’s back home to see the show, Little Sister. During the show, I’ll have some chicken and coffee… the perfect evening!

“Alright, sir… how can I help you?” the Good Buy man asked. “Sir… sir….”

The sales man’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. “Yes.. well, it’s about time. Now, my dial keeps falling off my T.V and it’s hard for me to turn it on.”

“Dial? Is this the same T.V. you brought here for repairs a few years ago?”

“Yes, it’s the same.” I replied.

“Sir, your T.V has only buttons, no dials.”

My face flushed. How can this man be so rude. Pulling my beard out of my face I took a step toward the man. “I most certainly do have a dial. I use it to push the buttons.”

“What is the dial?”

“It’s an empty salt shaker. It’s been attached to the T.V. for a year now.”

The salesman shook his head and let out a long sigh. “Wait here, sir.”

Well it’s about time this man understood what I need. This store is dangerously close to losing me as a customer.

After a few minutes the sales man walked back over with something in his hand. “Here, take this.”

I reached out and took hold of a slender tube. It read Super Glue. “Oh, I guess this might work, thanks.”

The salesman walked away without reply.

Alright… off to the doctor’s office and then home.

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“Evets Relhots” the doctor’s assistant called from the door.

“That’s me!” I said, jumping up and running over to the door. The female assistant patiently waited for me and smiled as I passed through the door.

“Evets, how are you today?” Doctor Rambone called out.

“Fine, fine. Let’s get this over with,” I said faking a smile.

“Let’s get your weight and blood pressure. Let’s see…” the doctor said looking over his clipboard. “You turn one hundred and twenty-two today?”

“Yes, yes,” I said jumping up on the scales.

The doctor smiled as read the scales and wrapped the blood pressure pad around my arm.  “Are you taking vitamins?” the doctor asked.

“I’m not taking drugs, if that’s what you’re asking.” How rude to ask me such a question.

The doctor smiled. “No, no. Vitamins will help keep you in good health. They might even help make you look younger.”

“Well, I guess it can’t hurt.” I said.

“Try this starter pack. It’s a free trial pack. Just take one a day,” the doctor said, reaching into a drawer and handing me a pill bottle.

“Thanks, Doctor Rambone. I’ll let you know if they work.”

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Back in my house I prepared some chicken and put some coffee on the brew. I took the vitamins from my pocket and tried to read the label. As I thought, these drugs must be from some foreign country since the words were illegible. Let’s see, Doctor Rambone said take one a day. There had to be at least twenty pills in there, seems like a lot to take all at once, but it was all one starter pack. Oh well, here’s to looking younger. I did my best to down all twenty before my coffee was ready. I stopped by the mirror in the bathroom and looked my face over. I could hardly see anything with my stringy beard in the way. I’ll cut it! For my birthday, I’ll cut it. Taking the scissors I cut away years of gray and then shaved the stubble. I admired the smooth face but noticed the deep lines and saggy skin… ah well. Can’t expect to stay young forever.

I found the tube of glue and applied a generous amount to the bottom of the saltshaker placing it on the T.V. button. The smell of burning meat hit me. My chicken! I ran to the stove with the tube still in my hand. Black smoke rolled from the pan. I pulled the pan from the burner and reached for the faucet however the glue tube seemed to be stuck to my hand. Shaking it did not remove it, looking around for a way to pull it off, I gave up and placed it under my neck and pulled my hand free. Not having a beard seems to handy. I threw out the burned chicken and got a new pan. I pulled the tube from my neck with a yank and threw it in the trash.

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I sat back with a full stomach and a hot cup of coffee. The Little Sister show was a let down since no one was kicked from the cave. Well, it was nearly 8:30 pm… time to call it a night. In bed, I stared up at the ceiling thinking about what the doctor said, “they may make you look younger.”

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In the morning, I jumped up from bed and checked the mirror. I had hoped the youth pills had worked. I stared in the mirror in disbelief. They worked! I looked at least twenty years younger. The wrinkles that were there last night were all gone! I was so excited I ran to the doctor’s office to tell him the good news.

The assistant seemed shocked to see me. I smiled since it was obvious she could tell I had changed overnight. Soon doctor Rambone came out. “Evets, what are you doing here?”

“Can’t you see?”

“Yes, Evets. You are still in your pajamas…” the doctor said smiling.

“No! It’s the drugs you gave me. They worked!”

The doctor’s face became more serious. “Yes, well you shaved your beard.” The doctor walked closer looking over his face. “Well, there is a difference ins’t there.”

I just smiled.

“Wait… what’s this. Jilda, bring me a Q-tip and some acetone.”

“What is that doctor? You going to take some pictures?”

The doctor did not reply. He took the Q-tip and dipped it in some liquid the assistance gave him. He rubbed it over my neck for a while. I felt a strange release of tension in my skin. I felt my face and could tell my wrinkles had returned. “What?”

“It appears you just had some superglue holding your neck skin together,” doctor Rambone said with a smirk.

“Well, so much for your miracle vitamins,” I said walking out of the office and back home. I don’t need no drugs… my coffee and chicken are enough.

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May Writing Challenge – FPS!

Subject: Write a story in the first person narrative
Setting: Any
Time Period: Any
Length: At least 500 words
Restrictions: None
Due: May

I sat there and struggled to find a way to introduce May’s writing challenge.  How could I explain it? I thought to myself.  Suddenly, it came to me; an FPS!  A First Person Shooter Story!  That’s how I could describe the challenge!  “Now if only I could create an example,” I wondered out loud.

April Entry Challenge 2 – The Insect

Subject: Creating a hook
Setting: Any
Time Period: Any
Length: Keep it short; 200 – 500 words
Restrictions: None
Due: Maypril

This is the opening to the zombie story I am working on for the anthology.  I really need to sit down one night and focus on making the whole thing read well so I can pass it on to you before submitting it.  That will happen some time this month.

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There amongst the remainders of war left for the crows, life began anew. It started as a small movement; just the turning of the neck of a dead soldier. A movement so small it could easily be attributed to the settling of a fresh corpse into its final position on the damp earth before rigor mortis set in.

The sorrowful and somber scene was abruptly halted when the entire body began to violently shake as though it had been struck by lightning. It was as if the body decided to continue the fight that the soul had since given up. What had been settling in for death had now decided to carry on; what had once been considered Private Grant Smith was now beginning to rise on wary feet and begin a new life.

April Challenge Entry 1 – Organization

Subject: Creating a hook
Setting: Any
Time Period: Any
Length: Keep it short; 200 – 500 words
Restrictions: None
Due: Maypril

A perfectly ordered universe is dead. Consider life as an antonym to an ordered universe. Life exists simply because organisms learned to crave and fight for energy; for sustenance. organisms learned to change simply so they could find creative new ways to seek out energy.

But the one constant is that the desire, the craving, the lust for energy; it never stops. It creates the disorder we see. It causes all of the strife and all of the grief in our lives. It gnaws at every living thing and finds new ways to motivate us by being at the base of every emotion. It keeps life going, despite often causing death.

I’m telling you this because I hope it calms you down. I don’t want you to spend your last minutes in terror. I want you to rejoice. This is happening to you simply because we are all pulled forward by the craving and made to suffer by the disorder, but now you no longer have to experience these things. Now you can become a part of the order that you have so adamantly fought for your whole life.

So please, stop struggling. The straps won’t break and I promise to only take a few more minutes. When I kill you, it will be quick and painless; I’m not some kind of monster.