Chapter 1

Robert Knight is devistated by his father's illness on top of all the other problems in his life and goes insain with grief.

           Things never seemed to go right for Robert Knight.  He got fired every month, got a cut in his pay every week and got his neighbors to call the police every day.

             Now, you may have gotten the wrong impression on this man.  He really was a decent kind of guy.  He just had a mind that no other living man could understand.  But that mind was about to go to waste. 

            One day, in a cramped, messy office, Robert was getting settled into a new job for the tenth time that year when the phone rang.  Robert sighed and went to pick it up.  At that moment his boss burst into his room.  “I need to talk to you!”  He said. 

            Robert glanced down at the cheap Verizon phone in his hands and the text message title.  The priority level read: URGENT in big red, bold letters.  He considered his options.  He could disregard his new boss’s command and pick up the phone.  Or he could take the chance that it wasn’t actually an urgent message, therefore, saving his job.                                                                                                                                                                        

           He decided that he would rather miss his son asking to play one of those electronic devices then lose his job again.  He put the phone down and turned to his boss.  “What was it you wanted to talk to me about?

 

 

         A few minutes before, Larry Knight fumbled with his cell phone for a second and then found the send button.  He pressed it and a message popped up with a ding.  “Are these the settings you want?”  Larry looked it over and found something wrong with it.  He set the priority setting to urgent and pressed okay.  Another message popped up.  “You haven’t created a name for your message.  Would you like to do so?”  Larry pressed yes.  Then a look of dismay passed over his face.  “John!  Come over here!”  The “John” in question ran down the stairs to his father’s side.  “John, can you tell me how to work this thing?”  Larry said.  John took the phone and for the next minute, taught his grandfather how to use the numbers to create words.  “Thanks, John.  You’re a lifesaver,” then Larry typed in “fathr urgnt” rather slowly and hit send. 

 

 

          Robert had just finished talking to his boss and decided to check the message he had dismissed before.  The message was from his brother, he realized and thought that maybe it was more urgent then he had previously suspected.  He looked at the title and suddenly it became clear what it was most likely about.  He wasn’t sure he wanted to read it now.  But he hit read anyway.  The message read, “fathr dethly ill.  com quik.” 

That was the last straw for Robert.  He had had enough.  He ran out of his office, pushing his boss out of the way.  He ran and ran out of the building, onto the street, he ran until he couldn’t run anymore.  Not knowing where he was going, not caring about his job, his life.  He fell to the ground and screamed at the sky.  That stupid sun, the stupid light, his stupid boss.  He wished everything would just turn black.  He wished everyone could know his pain.  He wished everyone were miserable little parasites.   And so ended Robert Knight as he once was.  And so started a new Robert Knight.  One that was surrounded by darkness and hated the light.  One that hated every being on the earth.  One that would stop at nothing to make this world share his pain, his misery.  And when it all ended, he wished the world would explode and him with it.  For what was it worth to live if he didn’t have anything to care for?  And so ended all joy in Robert Knight’s heart.       

Author's Note

First Version: Not edited
Spacing is weird on Writers Cafe.

Reviews

[Johnzo]

This is an interesting piece. The last paragraph was especially gripping. It definitely seems to be leading somewhere big. As Misty said, there is a lot of potential, hopefully you keep going!

There were a few oddities here and there. The word "acces" should be access. And the phrase "masters degree in harvard university" is a little strange. I think a more proper phrase would be "masters degree FROM harvard..." etc. Also since "harvard" is a proper name, it should be capitalized.

[Kristina Moulaison]

This has potential. You have great writing instincts. You need to let me help you edit this one a bit. Remind me.