07-03-2009

I accidentally deleted my entry! Oh well, it wasn't so great anyway. AAARRRRRGGG!

Maybe I should just go to bed. Man this pisses me off as I have written for eleven straight days and am trying to keep it going! I guess I will just try to re-write it, maybe it won't suck as bad this time...

Start Fiction:

     Arnold awoke feeling groggy. His eyes were crusty, mattered shut. He raised his arms to wipe his eye and they were sore and stiff. His eye stung front the light, causing his eyes to water, making the crusted matter harder to remove.
     "I wonder what time it is?" Arnold said. "I must of had some pretty wicked dreams last night." Several small alarms went off, echoing gently through the room. "What the -"
     He heard a door latch click, the door open and several footsteps on tile. 'Tile? I have carpet-'
     "Mr. Collins," a soft, soothing female voice with a British accent said, "please try to lay still and be patient. I am Dr. Elison and want to assure you that you are in very good hands."
     "Doctor?" Arnold said. He tried to sit up, but he couldn't.
     "Please, sir, stay calm," a male said as he pressed on Arnold's shoulders. "Try to be patient, sir."
     "What is going on here?" Arnold said. "Where's my wife?"
     "Mr. Collins, I will answer all you questions in time, however I need to ask you a few simple questions first," Dr. Ellison said.
Arnold took several deep breaths as he rest his arms at his side. "I'll do my best," he told her.
     "Excellent," she replied; her voice chipper. "Could you please tells the date today?" Dr. Ellison said.
     "The date," Arnold thought for several seconds. "I am guessing that it is not July fourth."
     "And the year?"
     "The year?" Arnold froze; his nostrils slowly flared and his teeth began to grind. He didn't like where this was potentially headed. Dr. Elision noticed him getting tense.
     "Don't worry, Arnold, these are just routine questions," she told him as she placed her hand on his shoulder and squeezed him gently.
     "I am going to go out on a limb here and guess it's not 2009, either," Arnold said as he let his head sink back into his pillow.
His eyes were adjusting to the light; shapes began to form. He was able to make out seven forms moving about his pastel colored room. He couldn't tell where the lights were; light seemed to be coming from the walls. 'Man, what the hell is going on?' Arnold thought.
     "Where's my wife?" he asked.
     The staff whispered among themselves; the Doctor's pen scribbled quickly across her clipboard. "Just a few more questions, Arnold," she said.
     She was using his first name again; things must not be so good.


End Fiction.

Definitely better than the one that got deleted. Need to add more sense input; smells, sounds...