Simon Lake

Sometimes if I just sit and write random things long enough, I can kinda jump start inspiration. Hasn't worked yet. Or yet. And of course, now, since I'm TRYING to just write what instantly pops into my head, I can't think of anything to write. I hate that. Our government drives me crazy. Some people are just stupid. I guess they can't help it.

still not working...

So let's start a random story.

The sky was blue when Simon left his house that morning. He didn't know where he wanted to go, or what he wanted to do, he just wanted to get away. He wanted adventure. He wanted romance. He wanted things to happen in his life, other than the boring everyday. 21st century Tennessee was getting boring for the 20 year old. Jackson walked for several hours, crossing neighborhood street after neighborhood street until he final reached the highway that led to downtown. He stopped and waited for an opportunity to cross. His blond hair was buzzed, he wore a grey thermal shirt with the sleeves pushed up past his elbows, a pair of boot-cut, worn, faded bluejeans, and worn red converse. He had a digital watch on his right hand, and on his back was a small backpack with two bottled waters, a full change of clothes, his black hoodie, and his switch blade, his big hunting knife with the three inch blade, and his black fingerless biking gloves. He was of medium hight, lanky build, and had blue eyes, and a scar that ran down about three inches of the right side of his squarejaw which he got from a biking accident.
As he stood at the intersection walked up from behind and stood beside him. Simon glanced at him. He wore a long black coat, and aviators, and looked to be in his forties. Just as he looked away, the man said, without looking at him,

"What's your name?"

Simon glanced back at him. "Simon Lake. Why?"

"How would you like to earn 20 grand, Simon?" said the man in the coat, still looking across the street.

For a moment Simon couldn't answer. Then, "Are you serious?"

"Dead."

There was another long silence, in which Simon continued to stare at the man's profile.

"How?"

Just then a black sedan pulled up and parked in front of them. The man in the coat looked at him.

"Be at 2432 Baker Street in 3 hours. A girl will be there in a car to pick you up."

And with that, he got into the sedan and drove off towards downtown.


Simon stood there, staring after the car. More than likely it was just some bogus thing. He might even get mugged or murdered, or maybe the guy was just playing a random joke and was now laughing in his car. But how did he know my name?, thought Simon. Heck. It was something to do. Why not check it out?