Definatly not the Matrix
Hi again! Scoliatic here, I had to rewrite a paragraph the other day and had complete control on whatever I wanted to do to the paragraph. I deleted the whole thing and started from the beginning and came up with a completely different paragraph that turned into the start of a story. If you guys like it I might continue it. It was a quiet dark night when Gerald awoke. He knew something was off immediately after waking from his slumber. As a resident of New York City he was used to there being a bustle surrounding him but not tonight, there was nothing. He rose from his bed and stared out his window looking for answers. Outside things were very off. He could see cars, buses and people but heard no sound. He thought that he had gone deaf but realized he could hear his own breath although it sounded scratchy as if through an old speaker. Upon further inspection he saw that the cars were a pattern. Volkswagon beetle, truck, PT Cruiser, Conver...