Gazing at nothing in particular the nondescript individual seemed to move slightly, but perhaps he didn't. It was difficult to be sure with the drizzle. Meanwhile, Mr Mellish - an average-looking and really rather dull person - was wondering why nothing interesting was happening in his boring and pointless life as he opened the front door into the brown-painted office and asked Enid, in his flat monotone, if the new paper clips had arrived. Enid, looking up listlessly, replied in a bland toneless voice that, yes, the new paper clips had indeed arrived and were in a box on Mr Mellish's desk awaiting his arrival.

Asleep yet?
 

I woke one morning, got dressed, ate breakfast headed to school, on the bus home I stared out of the window at nothing interesting just a dull, boring, pointless day that night I feel asleep.

Zombie, I would like to read your story.

My attempt:

Artaban was a great king. He descended from a long line of great men. First was Sakan, he lived 82 years and fathered five sons: Emenel, Eded, Sinel, Hepham and Melen. Emenel lived 76 years and fathered three sons: Jaded, Esmal and Gamel. Jaded lived 91 years and fathered six sons: Kush, Hamael, Abel, Sagan, Tibel and Hamael. Kush lived 67 years and fathered four sons: Lomel, Rezer, Emeth and Simbel. Lomel lived 86 years and fathered five sons: Shim, Gomuth, Leth, Isher and Gethel. Shim lived 74 years and fathered three sons: Kebeth, Belin and Shesh. Kebeth founded the great city 564 years ago. He lived 77 years and fathered seven sons...

Gazing at nothing in particular the nondescript individual seemed to move slightly, but perhaps he didn't. It was difficult to be sure with the drizzle. Meanwhile, Mr Mellish - an average-looking and really rather dull person - was wondering why nothing interesting was happening in his boring and pointless life as he opened the front door into the brown-painted office and asked Enid, in his flat monotone, if the new paper clips had arrived. Enid, looking up listlessly, replied in a bland toneless voice that, yes, the new paper clips had indeed arrived and were in a box on Mr Mellish's desk awaiting his arrival.

 

Asleep yet?

 

that was fun ! Maybe time to change from Member to Author, Mr Zombie !

Good idea.  I'm planning to write a Genesis-like project during this year's NaNoWriMo. As you know, the word count is 50,000 words. I'm hoping to not make the story sound dull, but I might get stuck at 25,000 or so, who knows. A few thousand begats might make me a winner. Lol. Copy and paste...

Erin had less than most, but more than others.  HIs absence of wealth spoke volumes to the rich folk.  Who wants to associate with one of Erin's caliber or status in society.  Paris had no low society, only the high society, in which the socialites abided.  One only had to walk into the ballroom of the wealthy and be blinded by the glittering of jewels and observe the upturned noses to know that Erin, the one in the corner was'nt one of them.  He was the paragon of nothingness.  But, he was content to sit in the corner and observe those the city embraced.

Not a good day with technology today - won't let me post under Comments

But I think thebrinkoftime has the winner