Office Space
February 9th, 2010 by samuelhampton1956|
IMDB rating: 7.80 Plot: Peter Gibbons just can’t seem to catch a break. His girlfriend is cheating on him, he has an obnoxious neighbor, and he’s completely miserable with his job as a small cog in a company called Initech. Then he visits a hypnotherapist, who dies just after putting Peter into a state of complete bliss. Free of worrying about making a living, he no longer feels the need to keep his job, just as the company is going through a massive downsizing. However, his new attitude only makes him more valuable in the company’s eyes, and his friends Michael and Samir are fired instead. Together, they scheme to plant a virus inside Initech’s computer system that will pull money into their own account. |
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What do you think of my story?
I’m only 13, so I’m not an experienced writer. I haven’t spellchecked it or anything, so I’m sure my grammar is atrocious. This is just the beginning of the story, so it doesn’t have much of a plot yet, and I’m not really sure where I’m going with it.
It’s long…you don’t have to read it all if you don’t want to. But read some of it, please, and comment on it.
I realize the paragraphs should be spaced out, and that’s how I typed it originally on WordPad, but it didn’t turn oout that way on here. Sorry.
The sun beat down, hot and suffocating and altogether too much for November.
But that’s the way it always was in these parts. Year round, the weather was warm and dry, and it was impossible to tell one day from the next.
There was a city about twenty miles away, a tourist trap, with shopping malls and movie theaters and office buildings and air conditioning. Most of the people who lived here worked in the city, and they all took the only bus that ever dared come out this way.
Sometimes a lone visitor, from up north, Ohio maybe, would somehow find his way over here. But upon seeing how desolate and lackluster this part of the country was, he would quickly go back to the city with its loud noise and entertainment, leaving the natives to themselves.
Luke didn’t mind it around here. He could never understand his classmates, when they talked about growing up and leaving, going somewhere where there were more opportunities and chances to take. They were tired of this place, of the shabby houses and low population and the constant smell of salt. But Luke never imagined himself being anywhere but here.
He’d always been somewhat of a loner around them anyway. There were so few of them that they all grouped together. And he’d been left out somewhere along the line. They were a complete puzzle, and no matter what he did, no matter hoe hard he tried, there wasn’t room for him in their tightly-knit circle. There was no particular reason why, that he could think of. But that’s the way things had always been, and it would be stupid of him to try to mess with something like that.
So Luke just did his own thing, going to the beach every day and trying to evade his mother’s yelling at him to put on sunscreen.
"I tell you, boy, you’re just melanoma waiting to happen."
"Whatever, Ma. I’ll be fine."
"Don’t ‘whatever’ me. Now put this on."
She’d grab the bottle, shake it a few times, and squirt some of it onto her palm. The white of the lotion was a stark contrast to her suntanned hands.
Luke rolled his eyes good-naturedly, but stood still while she rubbed it on his shoulders. He always excused her for being what he considered overprotective, figuring that since his father left her when she told him she was pregnant with Luke, and since he was her only child, that she had a right to treat him like a baby. He was all she had, and she was going to hold onto him as long as she could.
She shoved the bottle into his hands. "Now you take this with you, and don’t forget to put it on when you get out of the water."
They both knew he wouldn’t, be he said, "Sure, Ma," and left.
It was a short walk up to the beach from the house, and Luke walked barefoot, loving the feel of the sand between his toes. He loved the beach, with the gulls that sat on the rocks and the shells that washed up on the shore. When he wasn’t in school, he spent most of his time there, so much that he had a year-round tan and his hair had been lightened so much from the sun that it was almost white. This gave him an odd appearance, and at times he wondered if maybe that was why he was excluded. But then he would just shrug, and go back to the beach.
He was usually alone there, unless some of the girls from school happened to come around, wearing brand new bikinis from one of the malls in the city. And even then they’d just look along the wide expanse of sea, sand, sun, and sky, and upon seeing no boys worth pursuing, they would leave.
So Luke would swim and build sandcastles all day, and collect shells in a brown bag. He always dumped them out before returning home. He used to bring them back to his mother, but she’d ended that by telling him that she saw enough shells in the course of a normal day, since they lived right by the ocean, and so she did not need to be brought more.
Once the sky started turning orange, and smears of violet appeared along the horizon like a watercolor painting, Luke would head back home. Every day his mother would complain about how dirty he was, and every day she’d make him stand outside and hose himself off before she allowed him in the house. While he took a shower, she’d cook macaroni and cheese or ramen noodles or something similar, and they would eat.
Later, when night fell and the sun faded away to the other side of the world, it got colder. That was when Luke liked to lie outside on the grass in his backyard, hands clasped behind his head. He liked to look out at the stars, which at times seemed so close he c
Looks like it exceeded the character limit. So it’s not all there.
I don’t really care if people steal it…I just wrote this because I was bored. I could just write another with a different plotline and then not put it on the Internet.
its good but
you should delete it cus other ppl will steal it
Marlene | Feb 07, 2010
It’s amazing! Nice, descriptive words. And I am quite picky when it comes to books.
Lanie. | Feb 07, 2010
I agree with the first answer. Delete it because there are fools out there who will steal good writing.
Missnightwish | Feb 07, 2010
I like it. I think its really descriptive and paints pictures in my mind.
Someday… Broadway
