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Television for Six Hours a Day (standard:Psychological fiction, 1355 words) | |||
Author: Sachiel | Added: Nov 19 2003 | Views/Reads: 3557/2461 | Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes) |
Being the story of James,a 18-year old boy,and Sam,the man who is in his television. | |||
Television for Six Hours a Day by Kevin Johnson Setting:A normal living room,with a TV,two couchs,numerous decerations,and some lighting fixtures. A teenage boy is sleeping on the bigger couch,then wakes up slowly,and looks around his surroundings. His name is James,and he is alone in the house. It is eerily quiet,unlike usual... James:Hello,is anybody home? Mom? Dad? Kelly? *no answer* Hmmm...they must be out shopping. Well,I'm sure they'll be back soon. I guess I'll watch some tv until they get back. James reaches for the remote and turns on the television. He starts flipping through the channels,but all the tv is picking up is static. This fact fustrates James... James:Don't tell me the cable's out again! Damn! This thing never works like it's supposed to! Cheap piece of shit. *sigh* I guess I'll just go back to sleep then... James turns off the set and bundles up again,ready for another nap. However,the television turns on by itself. James gets back up and turns it off again. He goes to lay back down and suddenly it turns on once again. Jamie turns around with a angry look in his eye... James: What the hell is wrong with this thing! *switches tv off* Stay off! *turns around,then the tv is back on again* *eye twitches* Why,you stupid little... Suddenly a face pops up onto the screen. The face is calm,reserved,almost cold. It is of an younger man,most likely mid-20s,and with a black goatee. The face grins,and starts to speak. ?:Hello,James. James:*terrified* AHHH! Who the hell are you?! How did you get on my tv?! ?:All will be explained later,my friend. Now,James,my name is Sam. Sam Atan,at your service. I'm here to talk to you,my dear boy. James:*still frightened* Wh...why do you want to talk to me? Sam:I've seen you,James. I've been watching you for quite some time. You see,I always have an eye out for the people who can help me do my job the best,and you,my friend,are one of the best. James:I...I don't understand. What do you mean,"the best"? Sam:Well,you see,I run a little company,Hal Enterprises,and we've been monitoring your progress for some time,James. We think you're well suited for the job I'm prepared to offer... James:I'm not interested in your offer,Sam. I already have a good job with my father's company. Sam:Hear me out first,James,and I'm sure you'll agree with me that I hold the cards to your future. James:Fine...Fine! Do you think I can sit down first,though? Sam:Sure,make yourself comfortable. Wouldn't want you to get too tired before first day of work.... James:I only agreed to listen,not to work for you. Sam:That will soon change,my friend. Now,we here at Hal Enterprises believe that you are the best man for our postion from your past experiences,James... James:What past experiences? I only started working at my dad's place for two weeks. Sam:Well...I think you have misinterpreted what I meant. For example,do Click here to read the rest of this story (151 more lines)
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