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This is just an into to something I'm writing but I'd like an opinon.


Rain was falling. Hitting the pavement, and below everything, below the honking of horns and the sound of cars passing by, that’s all you heard. The rain.

Something had torn this place apart. When he had first entered it he had thought it deserted. He thought it was like Chernoybl, a place where people had once been but lived no more. Only the edge of the city was like that, buildings half standing with windows broken, and the only place where people still dwelt was the center of the city.

Despite the dreary quality that persisted he was fond of that little center of a city. There he was sitting at a window looking out when a voice beckoned.
“So stranger. I’ve been wondering where you’re from. You got a different look about you that I’ve never seen. Are you from Tibre?”
The man looked behind him smiling. These people were Asian in their features but for some unknown reason they spoke English. Then again maybe they didn’t, maybe his mind just translated it, he had found that many strange things happened to him.
“I’m from California. Don’t be surprised if you’ve never heard of it. I don’t think it exists either anymore or it never did in this world.”
She was a very pretty girl. Curvy and delicate with pale skin and full lips.

Later. It was an all-together different day. The sky was clear with a few wisps of white breaking up the monotony of blue. Birds were chirping and the television he could hear in the apartment, from where he was standing on the back porch, was comforting white noise. Smoking a cigarette adjusting his hat and pondering the purpose of his presence he enjoyed the temporary peaceful moment.

He was a Stranger. He showed up places. It had been happening for a while now. One day he was working as a mechanic enjoying a wonderful existence of alcoholism and contented marriage. Then he woke up one day and he was no longer where he was. The reasons for his journeys were unclear the purpose however was quite clear. He changed things, helped people, and did his best not to die in the process. This particular world however perplexed him. It was dreary, downtrodden, and almost always overcast. It wasn’t oppressed and the people didn’t seem to particularly mind the state of things. People in villages in Africa carry on despite the bullets whizzing past their ears, so he wagered, that these people knew that something was wrong but decided to just live. Living was a constant, after all.

Something though had to be fixed, he was certain; otherwise he wouldn’t have been sent here in the first place. A woman interrupted his thoughts by exiting the apartment, he knew her, and she had picked him up out of the gutter and given him a place to stay. Tobias searched his thoughts for a name and one came to him, Grace.
“Tobias can I get a cigarette from you?”
He fished into his pockets tossing odds and ends out of the way to remove from his pocket a pack of cigarettes. It was battered and slightly bent but he doubted she’d mind. He hadn’t had to give up any vices. All the things from his own dimension (Or world, whatever the case may be) carried over to every place he went. It was as if he was stuck traveling not to different places but different possibilities. As Grace clumsily lit her cigarette she said in a slightly muffled voice.
“So you’re from a place I’ve never heard of that might not even exist? Well, s**t, that’s really something.”
Tobias smiled weakly no one ever believed him, why would they, really.
“Yeah that’s about the size of it. I just sleep and I’m somewhere else sometimes when I wake up.”
She inhaled deeply exhaling through her nose with an expression somewhere between mirth and serious concentration.
”Stranger things have happened.”
Her face darkened and a subtle hint of sorrow was there for people who knew how too look. Tobias hit a realization at that point. This wasn’t a world-changing problem it was one that this girl had, and he, was here to fix it. Before he could inquire about the hint of past-tragedy she cut him off.
“So what exactly do you do, stranger?”
He contemplated it for a second. What did he do?
“Well, Grace. I fix things. Everyone has problems, sometimes, someone needs to fix em and put everything right.”

Wowzers! That was pretty good! I really enjoyed that it grabbed my attention from the very beginning and held it almost all the way through. (I had to stop and re-read because the "Later" made meh all confuzzled.)

Anywho, the darkness (or the feeling anyway) reminded me of the book, He, She, and It. You should read it. It might give you some ideas and help you connect even better!