The Day The Humor Died, by NachoManLance
Disclaimer: The plot is owned and plotted by myself. The authors and characters in the story belong to themselves, mostly because they're too afraid to give me anything else
A/N: We finally pick up with Lance and a new character that will follow the story for a little bit. Some original characters will pop in later, and the new character today is a new friend of mine who's an author here at FF.Net waves to Mantis Man As much as a coincidence of names there is between him and the character Mantodea, they DON'T know each other. Just straightening things out.
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Another day, another heartbreak.
Just the thing I get used to.
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Rain crashed through.
The bus rolled to a stop in front of the Seattle International Airport, splashing through a deep puddle and causing a wave of dirty rainwater to crash onto the sidewalk. The door squeaked open, only one passenger stepping off into the night. The said passenger flipped his hood over his head, blocking his stern and cold face.
The bus driver called out to him, "Be safe out there, kid."
Lance turned to the driver and nodded, hefting his backpack over his shoulder. The bus drove away, leaving Lance alone with hundreds of strangers on the sidewalk running to catch their flights. He didn't turn back to wave the bus off.
The small amount of people walking down that street looked at the boy. He wasn't smiling. He wasn't laughing, he didn't even to seem to look for someone or something. Which immediately brought them to the conclusion that he is a runaway. They've seen it all too often, especially in a depressing city like Seattle. Here, not many people were happy. There was no warm atmosphere that give them a sense of happiness, joy, or even belonging. Rain poured in as if it were trying to offend someone. Yeah. Maybe if this place flooded, it would do the country, no, the world some good.
No one wants to live in a city of rain.
He kept going onward until he was out of the airport, and near the suburb areas surrounding it. not a single person was outside, which didn't surprise him. All he was looking for was a place where he could avoid the rain, just for a few minutes. A bus stop, maybe. Or maybe he could find a house and hide in the backyard, under a bit of roof. After that, then he could look for him...
Without much effort, he was able to locate an empty bus stop just on the other side of the street. He strode across the empty street and sat himself on the bench of the roofed bus stop. He dropped his backpack down in front of him and took out one of his notebooks and a mechanical pencil. He put his pencil on the top of the page and began to write.
"This is my first day in isolation. Away from what once was. Away from my past. Starting now, I lead a new life in my career of writing. I no longer need help, as I am now capable of handling it myself. No more reviews, no more edits, no more of my old tactics and tools. I can do everything on my own now.
I've decided to keep an updated 'journal' so to speak of my new life. If by chance that my life reaches a real low, much like I had very recently, this could keep me from going down the wrong road.
I remember depression... I remember it like it was a long dream. No, not a dream, but a nightmare. I never spoke, I never ate. I never got close to my friends and my family. I was alone, and for an odd reason, I enjoyed it. It gave me time to think about things. Many things, like life, the reason of being, and I even questioned my own self. Am I a good person? Why do things happen? How? And most important, why life?
Yes, I have thought about suicide. I didn't think about actually comitting it, I thought about whether it was right or not. True, sometimes it's the only way to escape from problems. It is also true that it is a cowardly act, just an excuse to die. Now... I'm still unsure. I ran away because I thought it was the only way out. No one could understand... I have a hard time undertanding myself. Because some things are just that, hard to understand. Even if it's something that directly involves you, whether by reason, force, or will. But I won't give in to suicide. That is my final option in this situation, and even that course is unlikely.
My plans? Well, first I need a place to permanently stay where I can work and get a hang of my new life. I have a friend who lives in the city who I met on fanfiction.net who I hope to live with, for the time being. Because there may be a time where I have to move on, whether by personal reasons or to find a new, quiet place to work on my stories. Well, for now I just hope he can take me in.
I guess I better go find him."
Lance flipped his notebook closed, placing it and the pencil back in his backpack. As he hefted his backpack over his shoulder and stood, he took a piece of paper out of his pocket. On it was the address that belonged to his friend, nicknamed "Mantis Man".
With a sigh, he stepped out into the rain and began his search.
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Long update, I know, but I finally found some time between SFFAL chapters and other stories to bring this up. Hope everyone is still liking it
R/R please!
Disclaimer: The plot is owned and plotted by myself. The authors and characters in the story belong to themselves, mostly because they're too afraid to give me anything else
A/N: We finally pick up with Lance and a new character that will follow the story for a little bit. Some original characters will pop in later, and the new character today is a new friend of mine who's an author here at FF.Net waves to Mantis Man As much as a coincidence of names there is between him and the character Mantodea, they DON'T know each other. Just straightening things out.
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Another day, another heartbreak.
Just the thing I get used to.
::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
Rain crashed through.
The bus rolled to a stop in front of the Seattle International Airport, splashing through a deep puddle and causing a wave of dirty rainwater to crash onto the sidewalk. The door squeaked open, only one passenger stepping off into the night. The said passenger flipped his hood over his head, blocking his stern and cold face.
The bus driver called out to him, "Be safe out there, kid."
Lance turned to the driver and nodded, hefting his backpack over his shoulder. The bus drove away, leaving Lance alone with hundreds of strangers on the sidewalk running to catch their flights. He didn't turn back to wave the bus off.
The small amount of people walking down that street looked at the boy. He wasn't smiling. He wasn't laughing, he didn't even to seem to look for someone or something. Which immediately brought them to the conclusion that he is a runaway. They've seen it all too often, especially in a depressing city like Seattle. Here, not many people were happy. There was no warm atmosphere that give them a sense of happiness, joy, or even belonging. Rain poured in as if it were trying to offend someone. Yeah. Maybe if this place flooded, it would do the country, no, the world some good.
No one wants to live in a city of rain.
He kept going onward until he was out of the airport, and near the suburb areas surrounding it. not a single person was outside, which didn't surprise him. All he was looking for was a place where he could avoid the rain, just for a few minutes. A bus stop, maybe. Or maybe he could find a house and hide in the backyard, under a bit of roof. After that, then he could look for him...
Without much effort, he was able to locate an empty bus stop just on the other side of the street. He strode across the empty street and sat himself on the bench of the roofed bus stop. He dropped his backpack down in front of him and took out one of his notebooks and a mechanical pencil. He put his pencil on the top of the page and began to write.
"This is my first day in isolation. Away from what once was. Away from my past. Starting now, I lead a new life in my career of writing. I no longer need help, as I am now capable of handling it myself. No more reviews, no more edits, no more of my old tactics and tools. I can do everything on my own now.
I've decided to keep an updated 'journal' so to speak of my new life. If by chance that my life reaches a real low, much like I had very recently, this could keep me from going down the wrong road.
I remember depression... I remember it like it was a long dream. No, not a dream, but a nightmare. I never spoke, I never ate. I never got close to my friends and my family. I was alone, and for an odd reason, I enjoyed it. It gave me time to think about things. Many things, like life, the reason of being, and I even questioned my own self. Am I a good person? Why do things happen? How? And most important, why life?
Yes, I have thought about suicide. I didn't think about actually comitting it, I thought about whether it was right or not. True, sometimes it's the only way to escape from problems. It is also true that it is a cowardly act, just an excuse to die. Now... I'm still unsure. I ran away because I thought it was the only way out. No one could understand... I have a hard time undertanding myself. Because some things are just that, hard to understand. Even if it's something that directly involves you, whether by reason, force, or will. But I won't give in to suicide. That is my final option in this situation, and even that course is unlikely.
My plans? Well, first I need a place to permanently stay where I can work and get a hang of my new life. I have a friend who lives in the city who I met on fanfiction.net who I hope to live with, for the time being. Because there may be a time where I have to move on, whether by personal reasons or to find a new, quiet place to work on my stories. Well, for now I just hope he can take me in.
I guess I better go find him."
Lance flipped his notebook closed, placing it and the pencil back in his backpack. As he hefted his backpack over his shoulder and stood, he took a piece of paper out of his pocket. On it was the address that belonged to his friend, nicknamed "Mantis Man".
With a sigh, he stepped out into the rain and began his search.
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Long update, I know, but I finally found some time between SFFAL chapters and other stories to bring this up. Hope everyone is still liking it
R/R please!