سلام دوستان. یکی از کارهایی که ما در گذشته میکردیم داستان نویسی در یکی از چالشهای منسوخ امروزی بود.
اسم چالش POV بود و یه جورایی دور همی درس میخوندیم. بعد که خب سطوح بالا رفت، اشتیاق دوستان هم کم شد و به کل بیخیال این چالش شدیم.
چند وقت پیش دو تا از دوستان گرامی @fdoosti و @a.bayani یکی از داستان ها رو دوباره گوش دادن و منو دعوت کردن دوباره اینو ضبط کنم.
چون 1. اینکه الان یکم ابزار بهتری دستمه.
2. اینکه داستان هیچوقت کامل نشد.
آیا داستان تکمیل میشه؟ نمیدونم. ولی فعلا بیایم از حال لذت ببریم. پس این قسمت اول این داستان که دوباره ضبط شده:
I was sitting on my bed. It was 5 Am.
I couldn’t sleep. My brain was rushing and constantly thinking. My thoughts were differ in subjects, sometimes I would think about my job, sometimes about friends. But I had no Idea why I was thinking about them.
I can’t remember when, but I remember I drifted off. I had a dream, in that dream everywhere was dark. I had a gun and a knife.
The knife had some blood on it. I was looking at the knife, my eyes were going to pop out. Suddenly a light went on. It wasn’t a bright light. I could see It was flickering.
But it was enough for me to see a shadow. It wasn’t clear, I was scared but I decided to get closer to find what it is?
I was shaking and I felt a huge hesitance in my heart. Something was telling me, don’t go…
But I had to check the figure. It was in front of me and no one was around. Maybe there was someone who needed help. I had to help him…
As I got closer and closer to the figure, I could feel something was strangling me. My heart was beating so fast, I can’t say it was excitement or stress.
I reached to the person and the light became so bright.
The figure was laying down on his stomach and blood was everywhere.
I gulped and sat beside him. I had to check him out, see his face, so I grabbed his head and I felt shocked. I was scared to death. The face… The face of that figure was exactly like me… The figure was dead and I killed myself.
مثل راوی گوسبامبز (بامس) .
