Meet Mr. G

By January Rain

Gordon Garrison is a writer who is tortured by the characters inside his head who must write what they command if he wants to relieve his insomnia. After discovering he has been manipulated (by what seems to be a paranormal presence) into becoming a secret government weapon, he questions reality and existence through his creation as he becomes more self-aware and rises to power in order to turn the tables on his hidden menace and escape the confines he realizes he has been placed. Escape is no easy task when up against the General who is highly skilled and amused by the game of keeping Mr. G imprisoned and doing his dirty work.

• Language: English
• Publisher: January Rain
• Release date: Mar 7, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311234834

January Rain

January Rain is a native of Minnesota. She grew up in a small, mostly rural, community in southern Minnesota, but has made her home in the Twin Cities for the past twenty years. She has been writing since childhood and has received awards and publication for various essays, poetry and short stories, including publication of a story she wrote when she was 13. In addition to traditional writing, Ms. Rain also writes screenplays and is a 2019 13Horror.com Film & Screenplay Competition Winner and a 2018 BlueCat Screenplay Competition Semi-Finalist.In March 2015, she released Meet Mr. G, which is a short-story about self-awareness, creative dilemmas, redefining beliefs, and the demands of an overpowering spirit. The Daydreamer, re-released March 2019, which incorporates elements of Meet Mr. G, is also available on Amazon.com. The Vault is Ms. Rain's most recent script publication.Additional material can be found at www.january-rain.com.

Book preview

Meet Mr. G

By January Rain

Copyright 2015 January Rain

Published by January Rain at Smashwords

Smashwords Edition License Notes

Thank you for downloading this ebook. This book remains the copyrighted property of

the author, and may not be redistributed to others for commercial or non-commercial

purposes. If you enjoyed this book, please encourage your friends to download their own

copy from their favorite authorized retailer. Thank you for your support.

TABLE OF CONTENTS

Title Page

Meet Mr. G

About the Author

MEET MR. G

In the darkest hour of early morning, Gordon Garrison found himself tossing and turning on the sofa where he reluctantly fell asleep watching television, yet again. The only light, a glowing, soft, grayish-blue hue the television cast upon him, began to pierce the seal of his eyelids. Subtle, faint voices filled his head—beckoning him to rise and create before the ideas, characters and effortless dialogs disappeared forever. Gordon, Mr. G by those who knew of him, began to grumble and tossed more violently as he made one last futile effort to fight against the characters afflicting his mind.

What have you done? he heard a woman screech.

We must take them out! a man’s commanding voice bellowed.

With a jolt, Mr. G relinquished. From an outstretched position on his tattered, worn-out sofa (past due for replacement) he rose to a seated position and laid his weary head into the palm of his left hand as he searched for the cigarettes and lighter he left on the coffee table with his right—shifting and shuffling newspaper clippings that were strewn about and spilling onto the floor. He let out a flustered sigh just as he found a pack of Marlboros, then pulled a cigarette from the pack and placed it between his lips as he lit it with his silver Zippo—snapping the lighter shut with a flick of his wrist. He took a long drag and leaned back against the sofa, closing his eyes as he released the smoke in a slow exhale, savoring the sensation, taste and smell of the burning tobacco.

Attempting to shake the fog from his head, he looked around his small apartment, realizing his unsavory predicament—a thirty-six-year-old, single male, in a boxy studio apartment with nothing but a sofa, coffee table, a TV that was placed atop two wooden crates, a beat-up typewriter with dull, gold-rimmed keys, a tired wooden writing desk where the ancient typewriter sat, and books everywhere. He felt trapped. Tormented. Tormented by the ideas in his head that never