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Story is a 30-day project - Part Three.

This is a copy/paste from yesterday's post: Ok, so here's the deal. Let's write a story together. I can't say what kind of a story, because I can't say where it will take us. Rules (which is a very strong word itself) are simple. I will provide first few sentences today. Provide your vision of what should come next in your comments. Please, try to limit yourself to, let's say, five to ten sentences. And then I'll see - I might take one whole reply/comment as the next paragraph, maybe I'll try to combine some. And then, another day, another paragraph. I will end each 30DayStory post with what we'll come up till then, maybe add a few more sentences and in a month from now, we'll have a true LJ joint venture story.

And this is today: Even though Monday/Tuesday seemed to be pretty flat, empty days here in LJ-land, we still managed to grab some good material to continue our 30 day story. Thanks to all who participated. Credits are going to be long and I am happy about it. The plan is evolving. Once the story is completed, I will make it as a Blurb book for all of you interested to get your own story as a proper book. So, the outlines are there, I will put the story behind the cut and Microsoft version of what we've come up with till today is here. So, OneMind-ManyBodies. Where can it take us?


The Day As It Was

I still don't know what the fuck was wrong with that lady on the bus. She was looking, no, not looking, bloody staring at me as if I were some kind of an alien. I tried to catch my reflection in the window to check if I left home snotty or unzipped or something, but as hard as I tried, nothing out of unusual met my eyes. Wherever I moved, there they were; annoying, empty, shallow eyes; stern gaze that already started flirting with downright rudeness. I just couldn't wait for my station to arrive.
As though a barn owl, her stare remained unwavering, nearly unblinking. There was coldness there, impassive and menacing. The closer we came to my stop, the more I felt like prey, exposed and vulnerable. I thought I was going to make it home-free. I could see through the window that the bus was approaching my stop, and I was getting ready to shuffle to the exit, when, in a deep and growly voice that sounded like it came from the depths of Hell itself, she addressed me.
"Do you remember me?" she said. "Do you remember seeing me two weeks ago, on this very bus, while you were talking to a tall man with brownish hair and a beard?" My mind took a few twists and turns, but nothing useful, nothing that would make any sense, nothing that might somehow connect me to this creature appeared. I just stood there, unable to utter a word.
"A curse!" she snarled, "A curse for what you've done. You caused it, now you must pay." I couldn’t stand that anymore. My stop was there and I bolted for the door. Looking back at the bus as it was leaving, I didn't see her.


I could not stop thinking about her; I even checked the news paper to see if there was any mention of escaped mental patients, anything. Something about her really shook me. That night I felt like a little kid again, needing to check under the bed for monsters.
Morning came and I woke with a jolt, heart beating an insane rhythm in my chest, yesterday’s event still vibrant in my thoughts. Was it all a dream? I padded to the bathroom and turned the hot water to the sink to splash away the remaining sleep. Face dripping I wipe the condensed steam from the mirror only to see the crone looking back at me.
My skin shrank, heart tried to escape and the air just left my body. I don't know, I might have fainted a little, I might have lost my mind, but I am completely sure the creature touched me, leaving a deep scar in my subconscious; my scream was silenced by my fear. I closed my eyes, yet my other senses remained alert, kept alive by the rush of adrenaline too wild to control.
"A curse for what you've done. You caused it, now you must pay." My mirror was clear again, reflecting my pale face, eyes full of fear. I was alone again. My body was at least. A cold chill that ran up my spine, then dissolved as a burning heat in my right palm refocused my eyes. A rivulet of blood trickled into the sink, snaking its way to the drain.

My blood.
My razor imbedded in my palm as I clutched the basin, bringing me back to reality. I was alone.
And bleeding.

I went to the kitchen to make some breakfast, hoping to shake the nightmares. However, everything seemed to evoke it. The kettle seemed to whistle, "Remembeeer" as the water boiled. I quickly unplugged it. As I was pouring the water for tea, the toaster snapped, "Curse" as it popped my toast up. It made me jump and I scalded my hand.
What did I do? What do I need to remember?
I dressed without knowing I was dressing. My chest tight with anxiety, my heart pounding at the tiniest noise. The taste of bile in my mouth, my breakfast tasted like ashes. As I walked to the bus my eyes darted trying to catch sight of the old. My mind was filled with thoughts. Was it a dream? Was it real?
When a voice shattered my confusion. "Excuse me," came a male voice, from behind me. I turned around, and there was that stranger approaching me, with a smile on his face. A tall man with brownish hair and a beard.
"Well, hello there. Remember me?" he said and his palm was just floating in the air waiting for me to grasp it, to grasp my senses, my mind, my totally out-of-focus mind. "Well, pardon me, but no. I really don't. Have we met before?" It really caught me off-guard, because his was the face I would definitely remember. It would probably be one of those "I was looking back to see if you were looking back at me to see me looking back at you" moment, alas... My memory was blank.


So, that was it. Two weeks ago it happened. That tall man with brownish hair and a beard (and a killer smile) laid it all open. It's an experiment. It's called OneMind-ManyBodies. And I am in it. Right. Guess all of my minds forgot about that.



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Sep. 29th, 2009 10:23 pm (UTC)
I should have never accepted that strange beverage. I'm sure I asked for a latte in that dingy cafe in Casablanca, but the man poured something out of a bottle, pushed the glass towards me and, sensing my indecision, just grinned and nodded.
I have never been good at saying no.
It looked like pastis but, strangely, I could see my reflection in the liquid.
"Oh well" - I asked myself - "what's the worst it can happen?", and downed it in one go.
Now you know.
Sep. 30th, 2009 09:31 pm (UTC)
I used almost all. Thanks, Effe! :)
Sep. 30th, 2009 01:53 am (UTC)
It is a viral infection, transferred by touch. The consciousness of your mind jumps to another's body, you share your mind with your host, while retaining control of the body and your memories. He told me something went wrong with me. Somewhere down the road, I got watered down. Spread thinly amongst numerous hosts.
Sep. 30th, 2009 09:31 pm (UTC)
Oh, the paths we are going to take. :)
Sep. 30th, 2009 03:51 am (UTC)
It was a bit much to take it all in. He spoke so calmly, so "matter-of-factly", that it almost seemed plausible. They had covertly tested the blood I'd donated at last January's blood drive, for markers that showed I was a biological candidate. Only one in several thousand were capable of making the transfer, he said. Some sort of neural peptide I possess, one that is capable of crossing not only the blood-brain barrier, but the skin. It allowed access to my mind once I had been given the enhancement.

"The enhancement? But how?", I asked.

He smiled again. "In your coffee. Nearly flavourless, other than a subtle sweetness. It takes a bit of time to bind to your neural network. At first, it only allows others to enter, to take your body for a test drive, so to speak. After time, it does allow passage both ways."

"Both ways? But how?" So puzzled, I was reduced to echoing his words. With that he reached across the table and took my hand with both of his. I felt a gentle tingle, a warmth where his skin met mine, as my vision blurred. I blinked to clear my sight, once and then again, then found myself staring across that table, not at a tall bearded man with brownish hair, but rather, at my own face.

Sep. 30th, 2009 09:32 pm (UTC)
I really heart the way you lead the story..... really do.! :)

Oct. 1st, 2009 01:21 am (UTC)
You're welcome!! I'm having a lot of fun with this. I hope you like what I've done with today's entry. It does get a bit erotic, and Darina said.
Oct. 1st, 2009 05:42 am (UTC)
Oh I like it. I was also toying with the idea of some... spice. :) I will post it later in the afternoon.

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