SECRET WINDOW II
CHAPTER 1 (This is a working title. If you have any suggestions, please post!!)
By Mortybear (That would be me)
Okay, this is my first stab (some stupid pun intended) at Secret Window fanfic.
Disclaimer: I do not own David Koepp or Stephen King's Secret Window, Mort Rainey (I wish I did… sigh) or Amy Rainey (no comment). I guess I do own Florence and Clara. :D
N/A: Rated T for some (alright, a lot) of language but that will change in later chapters. No, I do not talk like this, even to myself.
WRITER'S BLOCK MARKS: (These are little tally marks made by me whenever I sit down to write and can't think of a single stupid thing. You'll see theses quite frequently with my stories.) 5
TOTAL DAYS FOR CHAPTER 1- About 30 minutes total actually. I only wrote this in homeroom at school.
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"Stupid s--t" Morton Rainey mumbled, pressing the ctrl+alt command on his laptop then reluctantly tapping the delete key. He had been trying to write all night, but to no avail. (1) You won't get anywhere cursing at it. "Shut up!" he said to that teeny voice whispering inside his head. "Just shut the f--k up." Silence. "I'm hungry!" he announced to no one in particular. The only people currently residing in his lakside cabin were his cat (2) Florence and himself. He decided that he was going to get some food. You know that the only things you have in this hellhole are corn and water. Mort decided to ignore his conscience. As he was stumbling lazily down the stairs he tripped on a pile of oddly placed Mountain Dew cans and old, dry corncobs. The fall sent him toppling down the steps onto the hard wood floor. "Who was the f--king idiot who left all of this f--king s--t on the f--king steps?!" He roared, rubbing his sore knee. You were the f--king idiot who left all of the s--t on the steps. "I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU, S--THEAD!" Mort screamed at himself. Suddenly the phone started to ring shrilly. "Who the hell could that be?!" Mort shouted. I mean, it was practically one o'clock in the morning. "No one in their right mind calls at f--king one o'clock." Mort moaned. But then again, you aren't in your right mind either. Mort limped over to the phone and picked it up. "Hello?" Mort grumbled sleepily. "Hi Mort." The voice on the other end said softly. "It's (3)Clara."
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Okay then! I'll have more chapters soon. Please rate and review! (I don't like saying 'R+R'. Reminds me of 'restroom') I wouldn't mind a little constructive criticism because in my opinion this story needs a lot of help. Flames are fine with me although I don't encourage them. Remember, I don't respond well to intimidation, makes me feel icky.
(1) All of the Words In Italics are Mort's conscience talking to him.
(2)Florence is Mort's new cat. FYI this story takes place 3-4 months after 'The Incident' so Amy and Ted are dead. (RHYME!)
(3) Clara is (was?) Amy's mother.