(Rambling on in the background) "what did he look like". " uhh he was in his mid 30's,um white, had a long beard,he had sunglasses, yes you can tell he was mentally slow .what's your name."Henry Bower".Uh Mr Bower take a seat. Is this the man you are referring to. "Yep, that's him". are you sure. "yes, i'm positive".Mr Bower, Tell me if this sounds familiar, a man walks into a store. He's a Drifter, Moncton dresser. He searches the establishment for a certain section of books, which contain particular literature that he deems unreadable. he takes these books, takes out a can of lighter fluid but he's not alone when he does this, he has a hound dog, did you happen to see this dog. There's something i know that you don't."yea what's that".I know why he burned the books."why".(places picture of Markus mathews) Cause he wrote them. Good day Bower.
(4 years ago)
it was a brilliant way about Gloria, She had a virginal quality that contrasted her ice cold outer shell. looking back I realised i was the only one that noticed. Yea she was a bitch for sure, her breast, her cheek bones, her legs, she saw it all in the mirror every morning and was well aware that the power held there in. no one could touch her or intimidate her. she rarely look anyone in the eye. I once saw Brad Dorci captain of the soccer team crying by his locker she dumped him after one date and took his balls with her. from that day forward he never played sports again. This was a prime example of the witchery she casts and I wasn't attracted to her pale beauty. I was more turned on by the little girl within. it was not her thighs or her flat stomach.I imagine her breaking down and begging me never to leave her because I was the only one who truly understood the Gloria within. (standing in front of the class reading this)"Um, how old were you when this story took place"said a snobby classmate. it was uh sixth grade. "uh ew"."Markus i asked the class to write the meaning of life"Replied miss Heldart.I thought this was appropriate for that topic."well it's not, it was highly inappropriate". Umm Okay. (in the principal's office). "She's going to fail you". I Just hate her you know. "ay i don't like her very much either but it doesn't mean she's a bad teacher, she got a book published". A romance novel. " hah ha, Still your still going to have to try get a passing grade from her, Better rewrite those essays". You kno- know what, it's her- It's her limited definition of 20th century writers, what about hunters thompson, what about david foster wallace you know - William Gibson, you know someone can temporary. " Markus i went to a meeting today and I fought for you and she thinks you have targeted her and let's face it you have mark- she's right". What if I wrote a novel." no one is questioning your ability to choose a subject manor of you getting in trouble, you know what they could do to me if i printed half the stories you send me for the school newspapers". "Okay, let's say you did write a novel, what would it be about".
(3 years ago)
It's about a suicide victim from a small town. "Did you think when you wrote it, it would go on to have this kind of success". No, i mean uh I didn't even know I can make a living off of it honestly, I was just hoping that one person would buy it, that one person would wanna read it."billions of people have bought it". uh huh."Billions". Yea."like that book how did you follow up a book like that". I can't think about it that way I just Keep writing."when do we expect your next book".Soon.
(back to 4 years ago)
Can i help you with something."yea I need to talk to you".If your looking for a book on how to please your woman the card calon is just over there."haha yea. (pulling markus by the neck"." I liked your essay the other day".oh yea why? "Because it was honest unlike the rest of the bullshit but your's was honest".Brad, we never talked before, now you want to talk to me about my homework."it's a complement Mathews and plus that's not true we hung out once in the fifth grade"." I was running away from home and you lean't me your extra bicycle".You remember that."yes i remember that dipshit". remember when we went up to that hill where the winery is, that's actually what im here to talk about".I'm surprised you're bringing that up that was a really long time ago."you remember what we did back there".You had a paper bag, it was uh wrapped up in tape right, it was kind of bulky, well we buried it on farmers peek. You wouldn't tell me what was in it."Right well I need it back now".well what do you want me to do about it." look I don't know that area man, all the hills look the same to me if it makes sense". Oh you need my help." yeah". "... Yeah Mathews I need your help, there i said it". I don't know man well, the day after we hung out you acted like nothing happened man. I saw you in the Halls and you laughed at my face, you were an asshole then your an asshole now, tell me one good reason why I should care."Your Right Forget it".
(back to 3 years ago)
"hey Harolds ready for you now". (opens door) well here's our only problem, listen I- I got to go a great writer has just entered the room, Alright Bye". "Hey markus, Don't take this personally take it as your friend, you look like shit."you look like one of those lost kids on milk cartons, you have been number 1 on new york times best seller list for 8 months and you haven't smiled.
(Back to 4 years ago)
(Opens letterbox and finds a red envelope)
Markus mathews
82 pentle pl,
Central park,
New york
Dear Markus,
it's late and im confused, Confused about a boy who writes the most beautiful stories in his school news paper. I read each one carefully and i pace it into my journal when im done and then i think about approaching him but then quickly realise that i'm not that good at being social and he's clearly not good a being social. I guess I could tell him he's the most talented person i've never meet but I have meet him maybe that was a dream.
Love,
Melody
(Lying down on the grass with his eyes closed) Brad Approaches him."the fuck are you doing on the grass Mathews". It was nice until you showed up."get in the car". "Do want a ciggy".No i don't smoke." is that a Journal". Yep."How long have you kept one of those".Since i was 5."Now i wasn't lying to you before, about the essay, i love that shit man, all that stuff your write in the school paper that shit makes me laugh, you should write about me".oh oh- yea what would that be about."my father". Your father what about him. well you know who my father is.Yea uh- he's a judge so what, that doesn't mean i should write a book about him and it doesn't make you interesting either."whatever man, you will be singing a different tune tomorrow". What happens tomorrow".
(The present day)
"I read a story he did in the fifth grade, about his dying grandfather and it was raw and artectulant (Breaths in),Brilliant and I thought he plagiarized it ". And What did you do. "I had him stay after class and i confronted him about it and i told him he couldn't possibly have written that story and i wanted to know where he copied that from and you know what he said i'll take that as a compliment and then he ran out to catch the bus"."that's the thing about markus,you become a fan at first then you spend the rest of your life trying to become a friend". I have a theory, that he's been burning copies of his own books.Libraries and books stores across the country.why is that funny."he never went on the internet, he believes there is a world where he can burn all the copies of his books".
(4 years ago)
Your mother has been worried sick about you all day (slaps Brad) get out the car now. ( Brad's dad starts to abuse him."Hey Mathews hide the box keep it safe".
(3 weeks after that)
"(can markus please report to the principal's office)"Hey, markus how's your novel going". Its going great and speaking of great, (holding a red envelope) Do you happen to know a girl named melody at this school. "no, i don't think so, why". Here just read this letter. "Uh hmm, this is a bold move for someone who is shy". any ideas on who this could be." nope but hey here is this trick go around and whenever you see a girl just whisper melody and see who reacts". Great idea i will get on to that. (During science class), sooo . . . MELODY."huh".okay not you."markus can you read your test. E = mc2 and uhhh melody anyone know her. (runs out in the hall) MELODY WHERE ARE YOU. (Writes in the school newspaper) MELODY WHERE ARE YOU MEET ME. And this idea is not working.(Markus goes home and peers out the window and sees a girl putting a red envelope in his mailbox and storms outside). hey, wait. Sorry i have to go. MELODY WAIT. (she stops by the door in silence). Why do you keep running away from me." Because it's fun".
