work of a genius

Certain someone's have noticed a serious lack of blogging. I really have to go pee so I'll make it quick and I promise a better update eventually within the near future. This is my first writing piece for Creative Writing class. The prompt was: create a character that would not exist in real life, but does exist in your story. how do other characters in the story know this character should not exist in real life? How do they react to this anomaly?

And this is what I have created...a work in progress. All copyrighted thank you very much!!! Enjoy

Richard John Brown is a lost soul. He is confused about his life and his place in the world. He doesn’t have problems meeting women, but he has problems getting a second date. This makes him feel lonely although his overall friendliness and wit have got him a wide range of friends both close and those more like acquaintances. He works an office job as an advertising manager in Newsweek magazine. His soft brown eyes are usually hidden by black-rimmed glasses, and he owns more than a dozen suits with the appropriate matching tie. You will not see him dressed otherwise, nor without his trusty black briefcase. Some describe him as “charismatic,” “charming,” and even “meekly handsome.”
On Tuesday nights at seven he meets at the Spicy Tin Pub which is frequented by fellow employees to discuss the latest happenings in each others’ lives. On Thursday mornings he always grabs breakfast at his favorite café with his college roommate and best friend Roger Rice. Roger is married and has two kids, of whom Richard is the godfather of. Both men are thirty six. Richard drives the newest Volkswagen Jetta, and lives in a three bedroom apartment, although he lives alone. His retirement plan is to live in Switzerland.
In other words, Richard John Brown lives a normal and successful life. The only problem with Richard John Brown, are the two beautiful five-point antlers that are growing out of his head.
The strange thing though, perhaps even stranger than a grown man who is sporting real antlers, is the actuality that Richard is unaware of the fact that it is strange to have antlers. He believes it to be a rare human physical attribute, much like freckles or a hunchback. Rare, but human none-the-less. His friend Roger really doesn’t have the heart to tell him. His co-workers respect him too much to bring it up. And strangers are just too dazed to mention it, even the ancient and crazy homeless veteran at the corner of the Newsweek building hasn’t brought it up thus far. The crazy gentlemen believes, in fact, that it is a ridiculous joke at his own expense, and is thus too irritated to approach Richard.
And so Richard John Brown has spent all thirty six years of his life in the blissful ignorance of the peculiarity of his situation. His antler’s are not the direct factor to his confused life, they are rather the consequence of it. He is, after all, thirty six, and without a life partner, or even in the enjoyment of a relationship of such a possible future companion. Richard is depressed about his remaining single status, and has about given up all hope of meeting the right lady. This is the story of Richard John Brown, an antlered man, and his search for “the right lady.”
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Seven fifty one a.m. on a Monday in mid-January and Richard is rushing towards the elevator at his job place. He nods a salutation to those who greet him, and is oblivious to those others who gawk at him. His antlers are dew-laden from the early morning fog outside, as is his navy blue suit.
“Morning Richard.“ Steven the secretary of recorded conversations from level ten sing songs in Richard’s direction. “I see you’re sporting your blue suit again. Ah the tradition of Mondays…”
Everyone who was in acquaintance with Richard John Brown knew that he had a habit of associating certain suit colors with the days of the week. Blue for Mondays, on the mentality that the weekend is already regretfully over. Black on Wednesday and Fridays. Pinstripe Tuesdays, and dark green Thursdays. And everyone in the acquaintance of Steven is under the understanding that he rarely wears ties, mismatches his socks, never combs his hair, and is even rumored to be commando at least fifty percent of the time. These factors are quite shocking to some, seeing that Steven is often at important business meetings with other companies and is supposed to be a representative of Newsweek ‘s work ethic and successful business front. Richard and Steven are neutral friends.
In the elevator, Richard is crowded next to two strangers and Missy the shy receptionist on his advertising level.