Tic Toc

Short story about big dreams...............

Yes - I woke up that morning and the idea was there. This was going to be the greatest movie ever made. Jeeeezzzzz - Finally it had come to me - I was about to produce the blockbuster of the century. It would make me world famous - more famous than the internet and Tila Tequila. My friends had their doubts, but what did I care. I was determined to do it.

 

I would not give up. I spent all my savings and mortgaged my newly redecorated house up to over the chimney. Borrowed more than 250.000 $ - I'll show them. So I took of to a strange country to produce my wavebreaking movie. Whauwwww - everything went well - great takes and gigantic scenes. Who is Cecil B. de Mille and Steven Spielberg?

 

And I came home again - and I did not hear the vaque Tic  Toc from the interrests of my debt - or should I say - I overheard it - and I borrowed more money in the bank to finish the movie. Tic Toc....... Much more money - and I couldn't care less - within a month the movie would be out there

and the bank would have their money back - and more. I would give the bank manager a big Cuban cigar, because he had had faith in me and my fantastic movie. Tic Toc......

 

How much did I owe? 540.000 $ - well with interrest it was more like 620.000 $ - Tic Toc, but I was determined and quite sure my movie would be a fantastic success - stone sure - I knew it - or I thought so - Tic Toc.....

 

So the day finally came - 86 movie theaters all over the country - mentions on national TV networks - my fame was just around the corner - Tic Toc - 840.000 $. The took it down within a week - Tic Toc - my great movie - why couldn't they see how how fantastic it was - no more Tic Toc - now it was Tic Toc Tic Toc Tic Toc....

 

The house was sold - still Tic Toc Tic Toc Tic Toc - brought down my debts a bit, but interests still running Tic Toc Tic Toc - and I went crazy - out of my mind - couldn't walk on the street and had to find the bottom of every single bottle of whisky I saw - Tic Toc Tic Toc.....

 

I screamed at night - hollowed at fate - I had been betrayed - and I saw myself at the edge of society - the only things I could hear in my obsessed mind was Tic Toc Tic Toc - and betrayal - and my whiskies were nov six or eight double - and I drank from the bottle - betrayal - Tic Toc Tic Toc......

 

........, and in my madness I wrote a book about all that. About a man who wanted to produce the movie of the century - and did it - but failed - and I gave the book to a publisher - and he advanced me - and I could stop the interrests from running wild - now it was just Tic Toc again - and the bank manager was nice - and polite - even if i did not give him a big Cuban cigar - Tic Toc.....

 

And my book became a bestseller - my book about a madman, who thought he could become world famous - more famous than the greatest of producers - because he had produced the most fantastic movie ever to be shown on the silver screens - Tic.................................Toc

 

And I payed all the money to the bank and I bought back my house and now I gave the bank manager a cigar............ I listened, but there was no Tic - there was no Toc - and there were no more empty whisky bottles - and I was not a madman - on the contrary - I was a successful writer.

 

Everything went back to normal - no more debts - and 2 years passed............

 

..........., and I woke up one morning in my newly redecorated summer cottage - and I had an idea - whauwwwww - what a movie that could be.................

Reviews

[MY]

Madness - dreams and reality tic toc - One thing is for sure, the addicted Tic Toc�ers never rest, it is obsession, it�s a drug . . . I like the flow in this and I like the picture you manage to create. It reminds me of something, cant quite figure it out at the moment in my over heated office (not true but a little warm) - but I will get back to you as soon as I remember it!!

Great Job !!