A Chuck Wendig prompt - create a character
Ah, is this gonna be one of those interviews? I’ll have none of that. Thanks.
Of course I know what you wanna ask! ‘Sex, age, job, full name and shoe size? Pimples on my ass?’ Well?
I’m a time traveller. Obviously. Did I just stutter? Could you stop wasting my time? You know what?
Shut up! I’ll talk. I tell you something people never ask. I travel through time. Yes. I sounds insanely badass and mysterious, but it’s horrible.
I can’t shake off the wooziness. I’m nauseous nearly all day. Can’t eat or drink too much, cause I throw up. I have to eat a lot of sweets, so my brain doesn’t crash after a jump.
My hands shake whenever I get stressed, and I’m stiff in the morning. Not the good kind of stiff. My cold joints hurt, my back aches and it stops when I’m moving. So I have to move. Constantly.
I have to run, jog so I can walk properly.
Nightmares are my routine.
How’d you feel, if you’d forget your daughter’s first steps, or her birth? Yes, I’ve been there. Seen her, laughed with her, hugged her, nuzzled with her and sucked in her sweet scent… Tell me, would you trade those memories? For money? For some egomaniacs, who plays war-safari and kill, without risks? Cause they’ve got privilege, ‘n enough money to buy themselves the right to kill people.
I want to throw up, every time I see one of those sleek suits.
It’s a disease. The doctors call it temporal multi-sensorial memory runaway. A special kind of retrograde amnesia.
But you’ve heard of time traveller’s disease, haven’t you?
There you go. Now do something with that!
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