Ryan Miller's Life Alone

[whoareyou]

CHAPTER 1

6.5.9

"Ordinary day," an awaking Ryan Miller thinks, as he gets out of his pajamas from his canopy bed Friday morning. He dresses up clad in purple jeans, a purple T-shirt, and thick-framed eyeglasses in only two minutes, following the routine teeth brushing and flossing. As he descends downstairs, news strikes him that he has to leave Seattle in less than 18 hours. The news, being uttered by depressed mouths of his step-father and aunt, acknowledge the ridding of a Ryan M. "Rtil" Miller due to accusations of defrauding an animation studios in Portland, Oregon.
"You're... you're kidding me, guys." Ryan is not an amused 21-year-old man that he should be. He was looking forward to a nice bright sunny day in suburban Seattle, but his life is going down the drain after an accusation which he calls "total bullshit."
An angry mob forms in front of the Miller-Mstislavich two-story family home, chanting "Kill Mill-er! The town wants you dead!" Reiterating those seven short-sweet-and-to-the-point words, Ryan attempts suicide by asphyxiating himself with a bungee cord, but a Molotov cocktail breaching in the windows eight feet across the site of his suicidal behavior only tells him one thing: "get the fuck out of here."
Miller flees the scene as his room grows ablaze, through an exit from a dog door. His step-father and aunt go through the same exit, but his step-father sustains several burns from a blaze growing in the kitchen area. Two rounds from a pellet gun are fired at the two Millers and the Mstislavich (the aunt), but they make the quick run for it, escaping any further danger. The two elders leave Ryan alone, even telling him their disapproval of his selfish behavior involved in the scamming incident. They take a bus north to the Vancouver metro area.
Ryan has made his decision. Leave America, for good, or leave land for good. That's where he decides to relocate to the Pacific Ocean. He finds a small lifeboat with a two-person capacity sitting next to a garbage dump in Ronald, a community of only 250 in Kittitas County, adjacent to his homecounty. Walking east, Ryan regrets the life in Seattle, and hopes his name is dead and gone.
"Starting a new life," murmurs the small-builded aspiring animator. "I will have to get used to living thousands of miles isolated from any land inhabited by humans, and I will have to start my art career fresh. The canvas will be those godforsaken rocks I'll get used to seeing everyday, and my own shit will be the ink that is the work---my own fucking art. The brush? My shriveled penis, which wasn't until I spent nights out. Nights out, those were the times." Miller questions himself about how he could survive, and being so isolated from any human life form, he figures self-cannibalism and "just anything that he can find--sand, and dead bird matter" will do good for him. And he doesn't have to worry about not taking a bath. He has the whole Pacific Ocean, all to himself!

And a new life begins for Ryan, as he sets east, and gone.

(to be continued)

[ZekeySpaceyLizard]

[Hammi]

lmfao you should send this novel in and get this published in a newspaper issue

[jjjjjjjjjj]

well hey now dont stop man

[Necronomitr0n]

kittitas county is a shithole

[99]

Word to the wise...you are never going to be able to top the fanfic thread.  

[ansel]

Word to the wise...you are never going to be able to top the fanfic thread.  

"word to the wise" is a contradictory device