Hello, everyone, this is Justin here, and I have recently completed my 10th "Word of the Day" post.
So, to celebrate this occasion, I am going to give you Chapter One of The Chronicles of Joe, where I write one paragraph of the story each post.
Here is the first chapter of The Chronicles of Joe:
“The Chronicles of Joe
CHAPTER ONE:
Joe was just another homeless man on the streets of Boston. He wore the same grungy clothing as the other people in his homeless community. He acted just like all the others: Eager as soon as a pedestrian came by, along with the slight glimpse of hope that they might put some money in their little container. Many times this hope was crushed by many parsimonious passersby that refused to put in money or put in very little. This form of ignorance of the homeless was often followed by a nasty comment to further dishearten Joe and his homeless friends.
The people would constantly ignore Joe, time and time again. Joe was disappointed, and often had many soliloquies a day, mulling constantly over and over again what was he to do in order to escape his little rut in the dirtier parts of New York City. Of course, it would always lead to the same old thing: Get a job, get a home, get rich, save friends. This obviously could not be done, so Joe many times ended up sitting down in his box and crying. His friends all pitied him. They felt that Joe needed hope, but didn't quite know how to give it to him.
Joe hated these complacent and stingy people with a burning passion. He yearned for a better tomorrow, yet that new tomorrow had not come for the past 30 years of his life. Joe could not keep living this way forever. He had a fire within him that was bound to show and inspire others. It was only a matter of time.
As far as everyone else was concerned, Joe was a generally untalented person. He had no talents of importance that could lift him out of his slum. Joe would watch his friends practice singing in their little organized a cappella group that they had been running for the past few years. They weren't allowed to perform for money, though, because of certificates, other logistics and whatnot. Joe tried to participate, but, much to his chagrin, just could not sing on key. He loved music, though, and would always go exploring the city to find a new exciting music performer.
Joe wanted the gift of having a beautiful voice more than anything. He wanted the voice that his friend Bob had more than anything. Bob had a beautiful voice. The one problem Joe had with Bob is that he was always trying to make gerunds that didn't work, like bunny-ing. Why he was stuck in the slums with untalented Joe made no sense to Joe. None at all. Joe always tried, but the music teacher would always tell him to shut up. Things were not looking up for him.
His loquacious friend, Brian would never shut up. It seemed to Joe that Brian was practically the reincarnation of Eminem, a popular rapper who let loose the art of spoken word like it got a whiff of cocaine. Joe had always tried to stay away from those type of things.
Eminem...
'That's it!' He proclaimed. ‘I'll rap! This is how I'm going to get out of this hole!’
And with that, Joe was on his way to stardom.
Jumping for joy, Joe ran around in circles singing 'Kumbayah'. He was happy that finally he had a chance, that he would get out. Now he had to find a community to rap in. They're probably not too friendly, though Joe thought to himself. He had seen rap battles, and they seemed particularly... aggressive. There was another thing that Joe didn’t really like about them. To him, they were often garrulous, going on about whose shirt was more 'OG', whatever that meant.
Still looking like he was crazy, he skipped over to his taciturn friend, Angelo. Angelo didn't speak much, partly due to the fact that he had a heavy Italian accent whenever he spoke, and he hated that. A LOT. Joe liked it, though. It wasn't often you got to hear an Italian accent in the slums.
Putting behind him his forlorn stage, Joe realized all he had to do now was write some raps. Joe was determined to find a subject that would stick in the public's mind if they heard it. Unfortunately, there was not a very big market for rap songs about having no job and not being able to do anything about it. Joe thought he would give it a shot, anyway. 'Hmmm', he wondered out loud to himself. 'What rhymes with audacious and means really chatty and occasionally annoying?' He pondered this for a little while until he yelled, 'LOQUACIOUS!!!' All eyes quickly wandered towards him. Joe was on his way.”
Well, that was chapter one. Did you like it? Is there something that you want to happen?
Let me know in the comments below!
And, as always,
Thanks for reading!
-Justin-
So, to celebrate this occasion, I am going to give you Chapter One of The Chronicles of Joe, where I write one paragraph of the story each post.
Here is the first chapter of The Chronicles of Joe:
“The Chronicles of Joe
CHAPTER ONE:
Joe was just another homeless man on the streets of Boston. He wore the same grungy clothing as the other people in his homeless community. He acted just like all the others: Eager as soon as a pedestrian came by, along with the slight glimpse of hope that they might put some money in their little container. Many times this hope was crushed by many parsimonious passersby that refused to put in money or put in very little. This form of ignorance of the homeless was often followed by a nasty comment to further dishearten Joe and his homeless friends.
The people would constantly ignore Joe, time and time again. Joe was disappointed, and often had many soliloquies a day, mulling constantly over and over again what was he to do in order to escape his little rut in the dirtier parts of New York City. Of course, it would always lead to the same old thing: Get a job, get a home, get rich, save friends. This obviously could not be done, so Joe many times ended up sitting down in his box and crying. His friends all pitied him. They felt that Joe needed hope, but didn't quite know how to give it to him.
Joe hated these complacent and stingy people with a burning passion. He yearned for a better tomorrow, yet that new tomorrow had not come for the past 30 years of his life. Joe could not keep living this way forever. He had a fire within him that was bound to show and inspire others. It was only a matter of time.
As far as everyone else was concerned, Joe was a generally untalented person. He had no talents of importance that could lift him out of his slum. Joe would watch his friends practice singing in their little organized a cappella group that they had been running for the past few years. They weren't allowed to perform for money, though, because of certificates, other logistics and whatnot. Joe tried to participate, but, much to his chagrin, just could not sing on key. He loved music, though, and would always go exploring the city to find a new exciting music performer.
Joe wanted the gift of having a beautiful voice more than anything. He wanted the voice that his friend Bob had more than anything. Bob had a beautiful voice. The one problem Joe had with Bob is that he was always trying to make gerunds that didn't work, like bunny-ing. Why he was stuck in the slums with untalented Joe made no sense to Joe. None at all. Joe always tried, but the music teacher would always tell him to shut up. Things were not looking up for him.
His loquacious friend, Brian would never shut up. It seemed to Joe that Brian was practically the reincarnation of Eminem, a popular rapper who let loose the art of spoken word like it got a whiff of cocaine. Joe had always tried to stay away from those type of things.
Eminem...
'That's it!' He proclaimed. ‘I'll rap! This is how I'm going to get out of this hole!’
And with that, Joe was on his way to stardom.
Jumping for joy, Joe ran around in circles singing 'Kumbayah'. He was happy that finally he had a chance, that he would get out. Now he had to find a community to rap in. They're probably not too friendly, though Joe thought to himself. He had seen rap battles, and they seemed particularly... aggressive. There was another thing that Joe didn’t really like about them. To him, they were often garrulous, going on about whose shirt was more 'OG', whatever that meant.
Still looking like he was crazy, he skipped over to his taciturn friend, Angelo. Angelo didn't speak much, partly due to the fact that he had a heavy Italian accent whenever he spoke, and he hated that. A LOT. Joe liked it, though. It wasn't often you got to hear an Italian accent in the slums.
Putting behind him his forlorn stage, Joe realized all he had to do now was write some raps. Joe was determined to find a subject that would stick in the public's mind if they heard it. Unfortunately, there was not a very big market for rap songs about having no job and not being able to do anything about it. Joe thought he would give it a shot, anyway. 'Hmmm', he wondered out loud to himself. 'What rhymes with audacious and means really chatty and occasionally annoying?' He pondered this for a little while until he yelled, 'LOQUACIOUS!!!' All eyes quickly wandered towards him. Joe was on his way.”
Well, that was chapter one. Did you like it? Is there something that you want to happen?
Let me know in the comments below!
And, as always,
Thanks for reading!
-Justin-