Peter Nolan

Peter Nolan

A Chapter by Domenic Luciani

introducing the main character.


                Peter Nolan awoke to an enormous bellow of steamboats outside his window. He sat up in bed, first confused as to where he was, but then the tiny one-room apartment came into focus. He groaned in exhaustion and stretched his bare arms out like a cat.

            He crossed the room, past the grime-caked stove, the sofa and collection of newspapers to the window and pushed back the blinds just enough to peer out into the harbor beyond.

            It was Friday, which meant that the fishermen were all hauling in their catch for the markets. It also meant that Peter’s window would remain sealed for the rest of the day, and possibly into tomorrow. God forbid the scent of fresh trout invaded his home and made it smell any worse. Peter already spent most of his time crinkling his nose in disgust at the urine-like aroma that had buried itself in his walls.

            His land lord denied it, but Peter was vaguely sure the previous owner of the apartment had died there.

            Peter scratched at his skin, then returned to his bed and cast the stained sheets over the mattress so that they settled relatively smoothly. Next, he raided his drawers for a clean outfit to wear. Once he had chosen something that looked remotely clean, he threw it on and admired himself in the mirror. Something bothered him though. It had bothered him ever since he had known they were there. He poked halfheartedly at the pair of ivory horns that jutted out a few inches out of his straight dark hair. Peter sighed again, placing a large newsboy hat overtop his head so that the horns were concealed by cheap fabric.

            Set for the morning, Peter Nolan strolled out his apartment, hopped childishly down the stairs and out onto the cobbled streets.

© 2010 Domenic Luciani

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Pretty good for a short chapter :) I'm glad you described the apartment so much because actually, I think it adds to Peter's own description. Obviously, he's not very tidy. I know that much :) That and he's a Goatman... a slobby Goatman :D Keep it up, I'm reading more!

Posted 7 Years Ago

Nice chapter. I'd like to know more about Peter though. I found out more about his apartment in this chapter than I did Peter himself. Aside from the horns of course. Maybe you're doing it for a reason, I don't know.
Nice write though.

Posted 7 Years Ago

Short chapter, but filled with interest for the future. :)
Great job.

Posted 7 Years Ago

Sounds like an interesting character who lives in a grimy place. I'm wondering about the ivory horns.

Posted 7 Years Ago

Ivory horns . . . yes, that would bother me too. A little more description would be much appreciated, and could increase consumer interest by 20% (Sorry, I'm picking on you today Domenic).

Posted 7 Years Ago

WOW his life sucks hardcore,and this chapter was really short. Still i liked the descriptions. I cant wait to see what happens to this poor b*****d

Posted 7 Years Ago

I like main character from this story. nice job

Posted 7 Years Ago

Well written, but I wanted more lol. A little short, this one, but still a fine read.

Posted 7 Years Ago

I like the description of his half-a*s existance so far!

Posted 7 Years Ago

You have a great storytelling ability, which will take you a long way if you decide to publish your work. I definitely look forward to reading more of your work.

Posted 7 Years Ago

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Domenic Luciani
Domenic Luciani

Buffalo, NY

That is my real name, and that is really me in the picture. Like Patrick says, I'm not in the witness protection program. I mostly write books and stories. I like fantasy, or fiction, but if.. more..

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