Narcissistic Cannibal by Korn.
Part 1 of ?
Morning - 7:30 AM
The mind of a cynic wanders about through scattered thoughts. All self-indulged with the man's own desires; his high maintenance of his appearance, the best materialistic objects for himself.. Basically anything and everything that goes for his benefit alone. But for what reason does he have to hold himself on a different level above others? None at all except for his sanity.
Not short from irony, this narcissist is a police man named Mark. He's been in the force for nigh 5 years. Never has he been promoted from his initial rank. Just another copper trafficking freeways, preventing drunkards from proceeding further, slowing down the speedsters.. More frequent than the rest, just sitting in his vehicle, reading a book or messing around with his smart phone. There's no need to pay attention to the speedometer since it sets off an alarm whenever a car zooms by. Which is great since he's not deaf. Being a cop has been easy pay. This very job has him living comfortably as a single bachelor.
Speaking of relationships, he cared for no attachments. There was no point to such trivial things. Plus you spend way too much money unnecessarily just to please a gal who might leave you in the end anyway. He's perfectly fine on his own without such wastes of time and money. He has to worry about himself.
Despite this outlook, he's been sensing an empty feeling within.. somewhere. He knows not what it was or how to satisfy it. He's done everything. Initially, he thought it was just his natural primitive instincts. He took care of that with no problem. That wasn't it. Did nothing for himself. Well.. it did, ya know, haha. Changing the subject. He did everything he can to fill this growing void to no avail.
It frustrated him to the high heavens. He slammed on the marble bathroom counter with both palms, ignoring the brief sting of the impact as he intensely focused his eyesight upon the man in the mirror. You would think someone so full of himself would actually be an ugly slob. He wasn't. Except his unkempt attitude, he was a handsome male in his late twenties. The long nights trafficking has done its work on his facial features, hardening them a little, showing a sense of maturity if one was to glance upon him for a first impression. His eyes were the unique hazel type, changing colors depending on the weather. His dark almond hair was usually styled in a perfect combover. He pulled it off thanks to his low hairline and perfectionist quirk that he has. This tangent has gone off for too long. He's aware of how amazing he was. No need to drag it out at the moment. We can admire his features with him later.
His stare was relentless, almost trying to look into his very soul with his own eyes. Sadly enough, he doesn't have any magick (or anything drastically unique that'll separate himself from the average man) to perform such a feat. No matter how hard he search, he can't find the source of the problem. His annoyance was growing with every second. He was beginning to develop a minor migrane. What is wrong? What is missing? These questions repeated themselves over and over again, expecting a miraculous answer each time. Of course, there was none. It was one of those situations where you seek something, but it doesn't want to be found. Better off to just ignore it and live on. Would be a pleasant surprise if the answer ever decides to show itself.
Mark leaned away from the counter with settlement in his mind. Okay, we'll do it your way, he thought to himself as he attempted to break down this hopefully temporary obstruction of self.
Time for another day of oh-so exciting trafficking.
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I realize this isn't that short of a story.
But whatever.
It'll end when I feel like it should end.
I don't want to rush it though.
I hope it's not as long as it looks like to me, haha.
I'm still going to touch this part up.
Think of it as a rough draft.
I'll continue this in my next post, whenever that may be.
Critique so far:
Too much run-on sentences and comma splices.
First off, the run-ons were intentional. I'm not aiming to be literally correct, haha. As for the comma splices, they're all in appropriate places. To separate actions, give brief pauses within a sentence.. I don't even see an excessive amount.
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