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Posted: Wed Oct 25, 2006 5:28 am Post subject:
The New Millionaire
Current Time: 12:27 AM EST
It began with a phone call.
Marlin Rhettsborough burst through his bathroom door as quickly as he could after the squawking of the phone shattered his privacy. His hands worked quickly to get his pants back up before he reached the phone. The frantic limbs had no sooner completed this task when they were assigned another- picking up the phone. They worked quickly, and just barely defeated the villainous answering machine's attempt to steal their victory from them.
"Hello?" Marvin asked the phone, doing his best to mask his lack of breath."
"Hello, is this the Rhettsborough residence?" asked a voice on the other end, and Marlin knew immediately that the owner of the voice was wearing a suit. This is not because Marlin had a tingling suit sense. It's not because he has some sort of bizarre talent that allows him to discern someone's clothing by counting the amount of times they inhale in a minute or something. Not at all. It was simply that the voice had a very business-like tone. It is common knowledge that businessmen tend to have a business-like tone, as it is that businessmen tend to wear suits. Marlin was not one to be oblivious to common knowledge.
"Erm, yes it is," he replied. "Might I ask who's calling?"
"Yes, you may," answered the voice in a very suit-wearing manner. There was an awkward silence for a few moments until the voice spoke again.
"Well, aren't you going to ask who's calling?" it asked after a moment. An expression of confusion swept across Marlin's face, which is odd considering that the question was a fairly reasonable one.
"Oh, er, yes," Marlin finally said. Silence yet again.
"Well," the voice said,"go on then, ask." It still had a very business-like tone to it, but now it was also tinged with just the slightest hint of frustration. Either it was growing impatient with Marlin, or someone on the other end had just given its owner the finger. Or quite possibly a combination of both.
"Uh, who's calling?" Marlin asked after another look of confusion had come and gone.
"I'm a lawyer representing the estate of Q.X. Froll." Had there been any doubt before, there certainly wasn't any longer; lawyers always wore suits, even to bed.
"Isn't that the man who owns that large mansion on the outskirts of town?" Marlin asked.
"Owned, I'm afraid. He passed away a few days ago," the voice replied, now tinged with false sympathy.
"Oh, he's dead?" asked Marlin, his own voice containing false concern.
"Yes. He had a small private funeral yesterday. I've been sorting out his will all day," answered the voice.
"I see... Might I ask why you called me?"
"Yes." Marlin was confused again, but this time only briefly. He needed no prompting to continue.
"Why did you call me?"
"Mr. Froll has left his entire estate to you. As soon as you come and sign the proper papers, every last thing of value he owned will belong to you." Marlin didn't respond. His head was too filled with confusion and disbelief to spit out an answer. After a few false starts, he finally managed to say "is this a joke?"
"Not at all," the voice answered, as suit-wearing as ever.
"His entire estate is mine," Marlin stated dubiously.
"That's right."
"What exactly does that include?" Marlin was answered by a few rustling papers.
"His mansion, all of his land, his eight cars, His five corporations, and the contents of all six of his bank accounts, which according to the numbers I collected this morning amounts to 7,843,655 dollars and 27 cents. Adjusted for inflation, that's 7,843,655 dollars and 26.0000009 cents." Marvin's jaw nearly managed to crack the kitchen tile beneath him. He laughed, somewhat nervously, somewhat excitedly.
"I could certainly pay the mortgage off with that, couldn't I?"
"You wouldn't need to," the voice reminded. "You have a mansion now."
"Oh, that's right."
"Besides," the voice continued, "you probably own the bank you owe the mortgage to." Marlin's excitement didn't allow for him to address the last statement the voice made.
"When can I come down their to take care of the paperwork?"
"I'll be here until eight o'clock tonight."
"Can you give me directions?" Marlin asked. The voice said that it could. Marlin sighed and asked for directions, which he immediately received.
I'm growing a bit bored about writing about Marlin, but I still have ideas for him. I might come back to him later. _________________
Gender: Joined: 16 Mar 2006 Posts: 2488 Status: User Location: I drive real fast, I'm gonna last.
Posted: Wed Oct 25, 2006 5:34 am Post subject:
I Need an Idea
Current Time: 1:34 AM EST
O, what shall my next piece be about?
Aliens? Spies? The mafia? Tile grout?
Perhaps a work of non-fiction
Maybe a research paper about friction
How to maximize your time?
How to grow the perfect lime?
This poem can't last forever, I've got to think of something.
I could write about Elvis or diamond rings.
Something nerdy? Something cool?
Maybe I can't do this. I'm a fool.
Lord Almighty do I suck.
I'm nothing other than a....
Wait, I think I got it! _________________
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Posted: Wed Oct 25, 2006 5:44 am Post subject:
use all those ideas, it could turn out that aliens have infiltrated the mafia outfit, and have set things in motion for marvin so that they can use him as a pawn in their devious plans for total damnation of the planet! then a case of tile grout causes marvin to snap in to action using his inexhaustible funds to cease the alien mafias plans. then more aliens come down and infiltrate the government and then its alien mafia men verse alien government agents in a battle for world superiority and the only human who knows is marvin. _________________ "Everyone makes choices in this world, sometimes we choose right and sometimes we choose wrong, with that in mind no matter what we choose we should aim to have fun no matter what we are doing." Yazz
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Posted: Wed Oct 25, 2006 5:51 am Post subject:
mushie, if you're bored, I can always unreserve in OM... _________________ Come into my den let me hear you cluck
You can be my hen and we can f(Bu-GAWK)
A bite to the leg, it's time to play
Baby, let me be your egg that needs to get laid.
- CEO Nwabudike Morgan
"The Chicken of Lust"
Gender: Joined: 02 Apr 2006 Posts: 1012 Status: User Location: We Choose Our Own Ending In Life
Posted: Wed Oct 25, 2006 5:55 am Post subject:
being modest there aren't you mush? _________________ "Everyone makes choices in this world, sometimes we choose right and sometimes we choose wrong, with that in mind no matter what we choose we should aim to have fun no matter what we are doing." Yazz
Gender: Joined: 02 Apr 2006 Posts: 1012 Status: User Location: We Choose Our Own Ending In Life
Posted: Wed Oct 25, 2006 6:05 am Post subject:
its a compliment, i like your style of writing. _________________ "Everyone makes choices in this world, sometimes we choose right and sometimes we choose wrong, with that in mind no matter what we choose we should aim to have fun no matter what we are doing." Yazz
Gender: Joined: 16 Mar 2006 Posts: 2488 Status: User Location: I drive real fast, I'm gonna last.
Posted: Wed Oct 25, 2006 6:06 am Post subject:
Spy: A Short Story With a Lackluster Title
Current Time: 1:48
I've found my prey. After nearly a year of stalking, I have cornered him. There was nothing left to do but pull the trigger, and this would all be over. Of course it couldn't be that simple, though. He has three snipers trained on me. At least, that's what he said. I don't see them, but I'm not about to take that kind of chance. If I die, then there'll be nothing stopping him from smuggling the secret rocket fuel formula back into the USSR. I'm the only one who know about him. It was on me and me alone to stop him.
"It is amazing, is it not?" he asks me, his Russian accent thick, his voice hard to hear over the whirring of machinery. I ask him what he's talking about.
"You and I. We are invisible to the rest of the world, yeah? No one can touch us but one another. We are Superman!" _________________
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