Crazy

I hit a writers block like two weeks ago and couldn't think of anything to write :P I'm back now though.


Crazy


Crazy! They call me crazy! If only they knew... But then, they could never know. They would never understand. I know that I am not crazy. I am far too rational, too contemplating to be crazy. But they would never believe me. "He's crazy", they say, and they lock me up. "He's different then us", is what they mean to say, but they never say it out loud. But I know. I can tell by how they look at me, the strange glances they give me.

Why do they call you crazy, you ask. Why should I tell you? It's not like you would be any different then the rest of them. They're conspiring against me...they want to silence me, because I'm not like them. But who am I to care about what you think? You'll be like everyone else. You'll call me crazy. I'm used to it, though. I don't care. I'll tell you anyways.

It started with my dog.

Yeah, my dog. "Poor, innocent dog," they all say. He didn't seem innocent to me. I watched him run one time. He hit the tiles in an exact pattern. Jumped two, then three, then two again, then three again. It was obvious, then. The dog had to be telling someone something. It was like...a message or something. I don't know, really, but it was obvious.

I decided to let the dog go though, at least for then. But I was suspicious of him. It seemed like he was... watching me. His eyes were always on me. Even his begging for food didn't seem sincere to me. But later that night, I figured out for certain that he wasn't just a dog. I listened to him snoring, as I pretended I was asleep. It came in a perfect pattern. I knew then, that that dog wasn't just any normal dog. And I knew that I had to get rid of it.

How should I get rid of it? I wondered. The idea slowly started to come. Some may think that stabbing a dog to death is wrong, but what other choice did I have? He was clearly a danger to me. I did the deed that morning. I took a pitchfork, and, well, you've read what they say about me. You know the rest. Surely they made it seem like I did the deed in cold blood. You now know why I really did it.

After the dog, I thought that I would be free of whatever they were all doing to me. But I was wrong. Dead wrong.

I went to work the next day. Anyone else would have figured that everything was normal and fine. But it was clear that they would be wrong. I could tell, easily. I looked to the cublicle to my left, and the guy seemed to be innocently looking at his work. Seemed. Every now and then though, I could tell that he was looking at me, sneaking a glance at me. He knew something. Did he know about the dog? I didn't know. But something was up.

I worked a little more, and then looked right at him. Our gaze met, and I could tell there was something sinister in his eyes, but surely he looked to all the world (but me, of course) a normal man in a normal work doing normal things. But something was wrong, wrong, wrong. I knew that he had to be out of my life, too.

Some people say posion is an inhumane way to kill someone, but what if the person himself is inhumane? And it left very little for the police to go on. But I had a feeling that this wouldn't be the last of the conspiracy that seemed to be surrounding me, and it wasn't...

The next day at lunch, a person I didn't even know looked at me, right in the eyes. Did he know something that I didn't know? I had to do something about him, and I did... He no longer lives.

It seemed like everyone was in on this conspiracy that surrounded my life. Even friends of whom I had known for a long time seemed in on something, and this had to be corrected. But one can not kill forever and keep impunity. The authorities closed in on me, and I could do nothing to stop them.

Now... I am in this room, left with only a scrap of paper and a run down pencil. They think I'm crazy! And I know you do too. It's not surprising, since they're probably all against me, secretly.

Tomorrow, I die.

No one will ever know what truly has happened here.




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Test subject 128-F

Could he possibly know what has happened to him? Doubtful. But these "humans" seem to be learning faster. Must increase immersion levels in the future.

Scary.

i give you a 6/10

nice writing but its totally un original. i have seen this type of thing done THOUSANDS of times. you did it well though. your a good hack.

Time to go to work... will rate later on
I hope it has nothing to do with the Britney Spears song...

ok i dunno if it was supposed to be but I found it funny. and i thought it was cool. so good job.

Forever nice jhonfn! Goooooood job!

Hah, I know how you feel, same problem....well not really. I'm just trying to think of original stories that don't involve ants or other insects which is very hard, for me at least...

Anyways onto the rating, I read this 12 hours ago and I forgot what it says but oh well.

I liked the way the plot was revealed throughout the story. Some parts however, which may or may not have been attempts at humor, did not work for me. This story is well written but also needless violent, while you don't describe the event of violence itself, you describe everything leading up to it.

Overall it was fairly good, 7.5/10 not a story I liked that much but it was well written.

That's probably the weirdest review I've ever gotten since

a) There is no (intended) humor at all
b) There is no violence at all (except a few hints)

Oh yeah, and your stories are surprisingly violent... meh, I wont understand =P

Well, whatever, I have another twisted idea manifesting into a story soon, it's better then this one... :P

My rating (yay!):

Before you read my rating, know that I use different scales in order to have a global rating out of 100 that takes in consideration all important parts more than the others.

Script: 5/20 — A lot of authors exploited this, making it a cliché. The first was AVKSENTI IVANOVITCH POPRICHTCHINE (yes!) in 1835. That's quite old actually. He wrote a 298 page story where the hero was a madman, but, at least, we could not even imagine it until the end. Some expert work. After him, a lot of people did it, including the french Pussin, the russian Gogol, etc.

Descriptions: 5/20 — Using the point of wiew of a madman does not spare you descriptions

Imagination: 2/15 — Using a cliché in a story... nice

Writing skill: 10/15 — At least you have some skill

Action: 6/10 — That's the only good thing, it's a fast-paced story

Humor: 3/10 — I hope you did not try to be funny

Transposition of the author: 0/10 — It was impossible to see a single feeling in the whole story. Madmen have feelings. Read "The diary of a madman" by AVKSENTI IVANOVITCH POPRICHTCHINE (yes!), it is a very instructive book if you want to explore further this subject.


Global rating: 26/100 — You decieved me!!! I want to go find you in the U.S.A. and throw you out of the window. You TERRIBLY decieved me. You have 5 days to make something better or I will chase you with negative rep and call the F.B.I.... or not.

BTW Britney Spears' song "Crazy" is more interesting than your turd. When you have a writer's block, rather don't write, and wait for the perfect inspiration, or do like me who often takes a whole week or 2 to write a single chapter of the Infiltration

It was that bad? Really? Oh well. I'll be back. Mark my words.


Although I thank you for the truthful comment.

AVKSENTI IVANOVITCH POPRICHTCHINE (yes!) thanks you too

badfurday you are my critisizing hero. i havnt laughed that much since my friend fell through a roof pretending to be batman. (lets just say that beer+movies dont work well with him)

Lol. Funny comments, BadFurDay.

I actually liked it. It something that I wouldn't have done well with.

whoa. very scary..

But did you know that AVKSENTI IVANOVITCH POPRICHTCHINE invented peanut butter?

HUMOR: 10/10 No one else knew that he invented peanut butter.