So I am quite bored most of the time and have decided to start writing a novel. Here is the opening/intro for it. Not sure what it will be called yet so here it is, please let me know what you think of the intro...if it sounds too lame to go on let me know, or if its interesting enough i'll keep on writing.


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The twisting flame of the candle slowly danced around casting shadows on the walls. Dan speculated, bored out of his damn mind, and running out ideas to put on the paper which sat idly under his beating palm. The weather outside didn't help much either, as it was murky outside and held little inspiration. A rat scuttled past the rickety old chair Dan refused to part with since he found it at a local Good Will. Hell, the dust bag served him just fine and it had its fair share of experience, unlike himself...who had been a very self-conscious and not so very outgoing for
the past two decades or so of his dragging life.

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It wasn't always easy, the way life threw obstacles at him. For instance, the
old man was depressing enough...that listening to a vacuum cleaner gave you a blissful buzz of peace while he ranted away about 'no-sh**' life guidelines that you ought to follow - that he forced down your gullet and had you digest, but sure Dan understood his dad's concern. And he also noticed that stress came with age and with stress came disorder. So be it... let the man rant.
There had been a time when the woman who gave birth to him, used to be somewhat caring and loyal to her husband, but the world had passed on. And trust and love had spindelled out of focus. You could say the pictured was cobble-webbed and sort of surreal looking...just as a dysfunctional family ought to be assumed, but nonetheless they held it together. Although Dan seemed uninterested and put on a face of utter and complete boredom whenever any of his stale 'rents' made conversation with him, he was deeply concerned and had love for the both of them, it was time to move on and start a life that was remotely sane and comfortable. A life where he wasn't under the microscope lens 24/7, being studied like some unpredictable virus. No, none of that mattered now because he was free...but free was not always without a fee. Dan was not much for fancy things, as a matter of fact, he preferred to be simple and not draw too much attention towards himself. Moving from Delaware to Oregon was no easy transition; it is surprising how homesick you become after a mere few weeks of solitary occupancy at the Chimney Suites hotel, job hunting from dusk til dawn and favoring a cold beer by midnight.
Susan and Jeb agreed to wire their son some money but it never came and Dan was getting more desperate by the day as his funds quickly started to deplete after the first three weeks. He hadn't taken into account that he had to spend loads of mullah on taxis to get around town in search of work which left him little for grub, let alone luxuries. Early morning, Tuesday, Dan went out. He had an urge to purchase a book to occupy his mind...and Border's was the determined destination. He'd get whatever catches his eye, usually some good philosophy book, or an adventure/mystic novel, sometimes sci-fi or maybe even horror to thrill his mind. Nevertheless, he was going. A taxi materialized before his stiff frozen thumb bobbing up and down on the side of Rooney Ave. It was late March, but the winds blew in from the Pacific coast and made it feel like early February.
"Where to pal?" toned in the driver.
"Borders" Dan reluctantly swooped into the ride and snapped the door shut.
"Street name, sir?"
"I dunno...im looking for a bookstore, is there one nearby?"
"Sure, sure .. Hamilton Plaza is five blocks from here." informed the man shooting a gaze from the rearview mirror.
"Alright, good enough for me." Dan beamed back.

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a quick overview of what the whole story will be about:

the story revolves around a discouraged writer with a rather not too 'mind blowing' past and
he sets off to the west coast in search of work and a new beginning... a few surprises occur on the
way and realities shift and Dan finds himself in a different dimension... the rest well..hopefully my imagination
will prevail with some interesting and fascinating mind candy.

thanks for your time

Despite the obvious grammar problems, I think your idea is worth a read. Keep putting your fingers to the keyboard friend, that's the only way we'll see this story.

I have moved this to the Writer's and Artist's Hangout forum as you are more likely to get the advice you are seeking here.

Hey LightBringer, thanks for writing. Good for you for having the guts to post that publicly. I write as well but I am not brave enough to post where other people can read it and possibly criticise it. I may work up the courage to post something in here someday and hopefully get some feedback from you or others who don't think it's too bad. Anyways, keep writing, hope I can read more of your stuff!