LARGE NOSE MAN- Chapter One

What is this? A continuing story about a superhero I made up, Large Nose Man. I wrote much of this many years ago, so I have edited it to make (some) sense, although it’s just a bit of fun really. One new chapter up every fortnight!

Chapter one

A deafening crescendo of noise hit him like a well-oiled hitting machine, throwing him backwards, onto his, er, back.

“What the hell was that?” he asked, screamingly, to the apparition that appeared before him.

“I am all your worst nightmares rolled into one unspeakably horrific form!” said the unspeakably horrific form, with a tone of eerie calm.

“Surely not my worst fear…clichés?” he said, his voice shaking.

“Yes!” shrieked the horrific form. “Listen to my clichés and tremble! Such as, ‘It’s a game of two halves,’ ‘if you like the original, watch this!,’ and so on!

“Noooooo! It’s to-to-to much!” cried the man, as he started to fall, fall, fall…back into consciousness.

“What…oh, it was only a dream” sighed Alex Kent, a man who was such a loser he has dreams about horrific forms saying clichés.

“Hello, it’s KBBL, the radio station which convieniently introduces itself everytime you turn on your radio!” Blared the radio. “Its 8:33, and you’re probably late for your job!”

“8:33!” said Alex in a panic. “I am late!” And with that, Alex rushed to work in a panic.

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“Goddamn it Kent! You’re at least 21.0987 seconds late!” Complained Mr A Hole, the boss of Chartered accountants Incorporated, as he glanced down at his mahogany watch.

“I’m sorry Mr A Hole…” mumbled Alex, with his un-prophetic dream still tumbling around in his head.

“Seeing as you’re so unpunctual, here’s a new assignment for you at the nuclear plant, tomorrow night.” Said Mr A Hole, with a biting sarcasm that could rip you clean in two.

“Sigh, very well, what is it about?” Asked Alex.

“How the hell should I know?” asked Mr A Hole. “It’s only a excuse for the author to move the plot forwards!”

With that, Alex prepared for his very important assignment, and not, as some believe, a bad excuse to get the plot moving...

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