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The Life Certificate: A WriteWords group novel

by Scott 

Posted: 11 July 2003
Word Count: 742
Summary: A chance for us all to combine our talents and imagination, take the story where you want


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This piece and/or subsequent comments may contain strong language.



I want to try a serious attempt at creating a group story; lets see if we are able to work together and put our abilities together to produce a story worth reading. You never know between us all we may create the best tale ever. Just continue the story in the comment section

Good luck
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Chapter one. Where it began


“I want to change the amendment I made to my life certificate twenty-five years ago”

“Your kidding Phil right? You know what that would mean don’t you” said Philips solicitor Mr Sparrows

“Of course I do” Philip coldly replied

“Look I know Jane’s death must be really hard for you, it’s been hard for everyone but Christ you are as good as killing your own son if you were even able to reinstate your certificate and for that reason alone I think it is extremely unlikely”

“But not impossible?”

Mr Jack Sparrows leant back into his chair and exhaled profoundly

“No…not impossible”

“Good”

“I know Bruce is difficult, God we all we share your problem with him you know but you went through so much just to have the boy and he’s just a young man Phil, I’m sure this is just a phase in his life he’ll pass through”

“He’s a little fucker who deserves to die, not me, nor my Jane either!”

“You can’t just decide you want your immorality back Phil, you agreed to hand over your right to eternal life when you and Jane decided to have Bruce. You can’t just say now that you want to take that back from him, it’s as good as murder, that is how the court will see it, in fact it is a waste of our time even having this conversation!”

“Murder! That little bastard took away Jane’s life; he didn’t give two fucks about either of us or what we had given up for him. He knew that money was for her operation, her last chance of the life already dramatically shortened so he could fucking be here to ruin it for everyone else, not just his family, everyone”

“Please Phil just calm down”

“No I fucking won’t, I can’t, I mean you know she wouldn't have even needed an operation if it wasn't for him."

Phil took a deep breath and tried to cool his increasing explosive temper but he had been through so much and he felt that if he didn't blow off some steam soon he was going to do something he deeply regretted, the secret was killing him


"Why now Phil, Jane's been dead for over three years, what has happened to make you want to do this now? Perhaps if I know what your problem is I can understand better and then help you more!"


Philip opened his mouth but no words would escape his garage of terrible information. Philip wanted to tell someone the reason for his sudden hatred and panic but he knew he couldn't, he mustn't and so he took a deep breath and attacked the problem once more.

"Look I must have a good chance, this isn’t a normal situation, I’m a doctor, I save lives, what the hell is Bruce, a political rebel who could cause big problems for the whole country if he ever even just gets an ounce of power. I’m telling you this now jack, he’s dangerous”

“I know that, we all do and that is all the more reason why I am telling you to be careful Phil, if he or any of he’s party even get a whiff of what your thinking we could both end up on the tower!”

Philips last chance was ebbing away and if he didn't have that he had nothing but death and if he dies the whole country would follow him in an orderly line to his six-foot deep waiting room to Hell. Philip was desperate and losing control even faster, he could already feel the devils cloak half way around his shoulders

"Do I look like a man who cares, I'm not doing this for the extra years, fuck’em, in fact even if I get my certificate back I'll probably top myself in front of the evil little fecker just to piss him off", Philip stops for a brief second to chuckle to himself "But not before that little bastard withers away in front of me! I wanna take him down quicker than a midget prostitute knickers"








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Richard Brown at 16:17 on 28 October 2003  Report this post
Scott, I just came across this. Looks as though the cooperative novel thing didn't take off. I guess that to succeed it would need a felicitous coincidence of people with roughly similar styles and thought-processes. Although your opening gambit intrigued me, I wouldn't feel very confident in picking up the story (I find it bad enough adding the next chapter or whatever to my own stuff!)I suppose others must have felt much the same. A pity - worth a try. I wonder if you have developed the theme further yourself.
Richard.


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