I just noticed that this section was empty and decided to post something. This story is not about astrology in case you were wondering (I just needed to include that for something that happens later.)
"Gemini (May 21-June 20) --Thinking up things to do today and when and how to do them will come naturally for you. However, just the opposite might be true if anyone else attempts to plan your agenda for you."
Doug Congleton did not believe in astrology, but he did read his horoscope in the daily paper every evening. He also did not believe in global warming, cave demons, or alien life, yet he taped every documentary on them before he went to work. When he came home from his job as Vice President in charge of Advertising and Promotions at Prospertine Incorporated, he watched these documentaries, read his horoscope, and went to bed. He led a systematic, yet extremely contradicted life.
This had gone on for twelve years, the system only broken by the usual arguments with workers, and letters written to newspapers requesting the removal of the daily horoscopes...and now this. Written on his notebook, extra-sophisticated looking one, were the words 'Call now' and a phone number. Furious that someone had dared mark on the cover of his notebook, in ink too, he punched the number into his phone, intent on giving the prankster a piece of his mind.
Four rings, and a rigid, almost mechanical voice took over, "You have reached the wrong number. Hang up now." Congleton, puzzled by the words on the answering machine, was about to hang up, when the voice continued, "Unless your name is Doug Congleton. If so, do not leave a message after the beep, and do not go to work tomorrow." A beep followed. Congleton, infuriated and confused by the message immediately tried to stuff the 'piece of his mind' he had been saving into the answering machine. The result was a few nonsensical sputters and excessively repeated words.
"I don't know who you ridiculous people are-are, or how you know who I am, but I-I demand that this ridiculous prank end; this i-is ridiculous. Of-of course I-I will be go-oing to work tomorrow, but before I do that, I-I'll be i-informing the au-authorities of this ridiculous i-in-incident, a-and they will--" Congleton was so flustered by now, every word he spoke was almost intelligible.
"I really suggest you not go to work tomorrow." Congleton suddenly realized he was not talking to a machine anymore.
"Bu-bu-uh I-I I'll go to work if I want to, whoever you are!"
"I really do not think you want to." The speaker had a way of never using contractions in his words, something which instantly infuriated Congleton.
"O-of-of curse, I-I mean, o-of course, I--" Doug Congleton's words gained a new strength, and he roared, "I will be going to work tomorrow and you can't stop me!"
The man at the other end almost seemed to wince. Congleton smirked.
"Go to work then. We will not try to stop you."
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Hate it? Love it? Want me to continue it? Want me banned from writing mystery forever? Tell me.
Write more, it's interesting!
P.S. Doug sounds like an ass. sorry, i really had to say that. Lol.
You're right about Doug being an ass. I intended for him to be that way. I enjoy writing about really undesirable main characters for some reason (I guess I just can't stand the goody-goody hero boys you see in the movies, so I often take the opposite extreme, or at least just make them really mediocre.) I'll write more as soon as I can figure out what direction this story is going to take.
Yes, you should be banned from writing mystery!!! Just kidding, I really liked it. Very intriguing.