Monday, 15 July 2013
Growing Up
The boy listened to his music, and tried to sleep, but he couldn't. He
thought too much. He thought about how much he would have to give up.
Friends. Family. So as he could become a man. Stand on his own two feet.
And it scared him. It scares me.
Missing You
To sit besides you. That's all I want right now. Your warmth against my skin. Your heart against my ear.
As I choke on this empty cigarette, my thoughts drift to your scent, your sight, your love: my love.
You fit me like a glove. You'll know this by tomorrow.
As I choke on this empty cigarette, my thoughts drift to your scent, your sight, your love: my love.
You fit me like a glove. You'll know this by tomorrow.
Saturday, 27 April 2013
Questions Answered
Why haven't you uploaded recently?
I don't really want to go into it, but I've had a bit of a hrd time with personal life at the moment.
What are you Currently listening to?
Well, if you really want absolutely current, I'm listening to The Darkness - I Believe in a Thing Called Love.
Why The Stupid Email Address?
I was very tired and all the good ones were taken.
And on that note: You can email me at lewis.cole.books@gmail.com if you have any questions or story suggestions that you would like to see.
Lewis
x
I don't really want to go into it, but I've had a bit of a hrd time with personal life at the moment.
What are you Currently listening to?
Well, if you really want absolutely current, I'm listening to The Darkness - I Believe in a Thing Called Love.
Why The Stupid Email Address?
I was very tired and all the good ones were taken.
And on that note: You can email me at lewis.cole.books@gmail.com if you have any questions or story suggestions that you would like to see.
Lewis
x
Insomnia
Insomnia: Such a fickle bitch. She’ll tempt you with rest,
then stick her knives in your back. She’ll allow you peace from her grip when
she knows you can’t possibly take it. She will drain your mind from all conscious
thought.
This, my friends, is why I take the pills.
Zala
Unknown entity: you are a beauty to behold. Such a lovely
woman you are. As beautiful as a Princess, I’m sure. You are my newest friend,
and possibly the nicest. I can’t leave you without a smile.
So promise me something. Let all your worries drift away. My
white Swan.
Wednesday, 7 November 2012
Romance as Art
I repent the others. They were mistakes. Black marks on a white canvas. Will you help me paint over them? Hold my hand, and together we shall irradicate my past. We can work on your's too, if you like? Once we are are clean, we can work on our masterpiece.
Lie With Me
Lie with me, my sweet demon. Stay close, if you will. I whisper sweet nothings into your ear. True love. Distance cannot seperate us, for our love can cross any border. I will peel back your hardend shell. What's this? I peer through a crack I know you: my angel.
Glass (To my current lover)
Can we smash this glass that separates us? I don't think I could stand another moment separated, yet knowing you're there.
I will admit that I am selfish. But I fear that the glass will become us. So, I beg, please pick up your hammer. So, I can hold your hand.
Bittersweet Bastard (To my ex-lover)
Bittersweet bastard, you plague my thoughts. Interrupting sanity with delusions.
I searched through the kitchen, but I couldn't find the mirror of your knife, so I'll keep searching. You know I'll find it soon enough, and wound you like you did I.
Don't worry, my lips will numb the pain.
Saturday, 29 September 2012
Guest Writer: David Yakimov: Vladimir's Story
The plane was trembling like a volcano ready to explode. Knowing the plane was going down, it was a matter of time until it hit earth. “Get out!” yelled the captain. We looked at each other in fear, knowing that we might not survive, seeing how dangerous the war really is. The first one to jump out was Gennadiy, who I had just met two months ago. The second one to jump was Igor, who never really talks. Then me, I looked down and saw where they were shooting us from, I feared I might get shot. Knowing I must jump, I jumped with my eyes closed. Above me I saw Dimitry falling and the plane exploded, getting hit by a missile. All those people in the plane, all those people out there, are losing their life, for what? I thought to myself, the country?
I was falling closer and closer to earth, ready to take out my parachute when Dimitry yelled “Not yet, don’t take your parachute out.”
We were friends since 3rd grade, and I would trust him with everything. “Why not? We aren’t far from earth,” I asked with curiosity.
“If we open our parachutes now, we will be an easy target for the Germans,” after about 45 seconds Dimitry yelled out, “Open you parachutes-quickly!”
We started to move right after we landed. Gennadiy said, “The Russian Front should be around here”
“Quiet! Do you here that?” asked Dimitry as everyone stopped. We could all hear the sound of the vehicles. I look around and see the Nazi cars coming this way.
“There are 3 cars,” I whispered, “2 of the cars have 4 troops in them, and the third one has one troop."
“If we surprise attack them, we might have a chance of taking the cars,” Dmitry whispered, “Vladimir, you take out the driver of the first car, and as many troops from it, Igor, you take out the last car, and I will take out the middle car, and Gennadiy, you could support our attacks,” as we laid in the grass, Dmitry slowly counted “three,” I had never killed anyone, “two,” my stomach started to twist, from the fear that I won’t be able to kill, “one” I aimed for the driver, “start shooting” I closed my eyes and pulled the trigger, but when I opened my eyes, the driver was dead, and the other three got out and started to look for us, Gennadiy and Igor started to shoot them but one spotted us and shot at us, I was watching all this, Dimitry was done with killing all the people in the middle car and went on shooting the three. I saw two of the Germans fall, the third one was behind the car. While he was shooting us through the window from the other side of the car, Dimitry got a chance and killed him. We all got up, except for Igor; he was lying face down, with red in his hair, and a small puddle of blood.
“He died because of me! It was my entire fault,” I cried out, “If only, If I would shoot when I had the chance”
There was the sound of more cars coming, “Come on, we’ll have to take this car,” Dimitry said, while taking the driver out. Gennadiy helped me get into the back seat, I stared into the distance thinking, why wasn’t it me who died? Since I was the one who didn’t do anything useful, “Come on Vladimir, it is not your fault, I remember the First time I had to kill,” I was to shocked to say anything, “It wasn’t easy, but you’ll get used to it after a while,” he said as he started the car.
“Did you hear about the Jews?” Gennadiy asked Dimitry, while the car started to move.
“Yeah, I heard that Nazis forced Jews to make weapons.”
“Not only that, they forced them to work,” said Gennadiy, as we were coming toward the Russian front, “ok come on Vladimir.”
Once I got out of the car, I was told that there is a battle going on not far from here. Dimitry, Gennadiy, and I went to the battle, as I aimed, thinking, none of my friends will die because of me from now on. I was behind the rocky wall, I shot, and I was killing them, still not fully recovered from Igor’s death, Dmitry, who was on my left, fell backward and lies still, with blood all over his face. I saw the sniper who shot Dmitry, he was on a distant building. My anger took over me, and I took careful aim with my machine gun, with my eyes watery, thinking of all those great times we had with Dimitry, I shot at the sniper, when Gennadiy saw what I was doing, he gave me a sniper gun, we both knew that I can’t hit him with a machine gun. As I looked in the scope, I saw him; he was aiming this way, ready to shoot. Pulling the trigger while thinking about Dimitry family, what are they going to do without a father? I shot him, he deserved it, for leaving a family without a father, I saw him fall of the building, and I picked up my machine gun and started to reload it.
“They killed him! They-” yelled out Gennadiy while I was reloading
“I killed him, I killed the one who has sniped Dimitry,” I said and collapsed, “Why does war have to be like this?” At that moment the shooting stopped.
“We got to keep moving,” said someone. As me and Gennadiy were advancing forward with the others, we talked about anything and everything but Dimitry, Igor and the war.
After a few days, as we were marching, there was Auschwitz camp, the Jews looked at us through the gates, they were human skeletons, and you can see every bone in their body through the skin. Most of them were sick, or dying. The camp was big, and weak Jews were all around. Gennadiy and I both rushed looking for more Jews. I saw one sitting on the ground, no strength to stand up. Gennadiy and I helped him get up and walked over to the rest of the group, where he would be fed. As we were walking him, we saw other soldiers rushing to the other side of Auschwitz and for a moment I saw how terrible war is, I saw how terrible things can be. But inside I felt good to help the people who were in need. I also felt horrible about what happened to them and how they were treated.
“I have heard of concentration camps, but I would never guess it was this horrible,” said Gennadiy.
“No one would have guessed it was this horrible,” I said, “No human deserves to be treated like this, not even animals.” I took out some canned food from my bag and gave it to the Jews. I knew that they needed it more than me. The Jews were thanking us nonstop.
I wondered how this can be happening when no one is aware of it. How can a human do that to another human? Why would people do this to each other?
Yakimov is a young writer from Kazakhstan. Currently working indipendently on his own book. His friend, and teacher, inspired him to pen Vladmir's Story.
I was falling closer and closer to earth, ready to take out my parachute when Dimitry yelled “Not yet, don’t take your parachute out.”
We were friends since 3rd grade, and I would trust him with everything. “Why not? We aren’t far from earth,” I asked with curiosity.
“If we open our parachutes now, we will be an easy target for the Germans,” after about 45 seconds Dimitry yelled out, “Open you parachutes-quickly!”
We started to move right after we landed. Gennadiy said, “The Russian Front should be around here”
“Quiet! Do you here that?” asked Dimitry as everyone stopped. We could all hear the sound of the vehicles. I look around and see the Nazi cars coming this way.
“There are 3 cars,” I whispered, “2 of the cars have 4 troops in them, and the third one has one troop."
“If we surprise attack them, we might have a chance of taking the cars,” Dmitry whispered, “Vladimir, you take out the driver of the first car, and as many troops from it, Igor, you take out the last car, and I will take out the middle car, and Gennadiy, you could support our attacks,” as we laid in the grass, Dmitry slowly counted “three,” I had never killed anyone, “two,” my stomach started to twist, from the fear that I won’t be able to kill, “one” I aimed for the driver, “start shooting” I closed my eyes and pulled the trigger, but when I opened my eyes, the driver was dead, and the other three got out and started to look for us, Gennadiy and Igor started to shoot them but one spotted us and shot at us, I was watching all this, Dimitry was done with killing all the people in the middle car and went on shooting the three. I saw two of the Germans fall, the third one was behind the car. While he was shooting us through the window from the other side of the car, Dimitry got a chance and killed him. We all got up, except for Igor; he was lying face down, with red in his hair, and a small puddle of blood.
“He died because of me! It was my entire fault,” I cried out, “If only, If I would shoot when I had the chance”
There was the sound of more cars coming, “Come on, we’ll have to take this car,” Dimitry said, while taking the driver out. Gennadiy helped me get into the back seat, I stared into the distance thinking, why wasn’t it me who died? Since I was the one who didn’t do anything useful, “Come on Vladimir, it is not your fault, I remember the First time I had to kill,” I was to shocked to say anything, “It wasn’t easy, but you’ll get used to it after a while,” he said as he started the car.
“Did you hear about the Jews?” Gennadiy asked Dimitry, while the car started to move.
“Yeah, I heard that Nazis forced Jews to make weapons.”
“Not only that, they forced them to work,” said Gennadiy, as we were coming toward the Russian front, “ok come on Vladimir.”
Once I got out of the car, I was told that there is a battle going on not far from here. Dimitry, Gennadiy, and I went to the battle, as I aimed, thinking, none of my friends will die because of me from now on. I was behind the rocky wall, I shot, and I was killing them, still not fully recovered from Igor’s death, Dmitry, who was on my left, fell backward and lies still, with blood all over his face. I saw the sniper who shot Dmitry, he was on a distant building. My anger took over me, and I took careful aim with my machine gun, with my eyes watery, thinking of all those great times we had with Dimitry, I shot at the sniper, when Gennadiy saw what I was doing, he gave me a sniper gun, we both knew that I can’t hit him with a machine gun. As I looked in the scope, I saw him; he was aiming this way, ready to shoot. Pulling the trigger while thinking about Dimitry family, what are they going to do without a father? I shot him, he deserved it, for leaving a family without a father, I saw him fall of the building, and I picked up my machine gun and started to reload it.
“They killed him! They-” yelled out Gennadiy while I was reloading
“I killed him, I killed the one who has sniped Dimitry,” I said and collapsed, “Why does war have to be like this?” At that moment the shooting stopped.
“We got to keep moving,” said someone. As me and Gennadiy were advancing forward with the others, we talked about anything and everything but Dimitry, Igor and the war.
After a few days, as we were marching, there was Auschwitz camp, the Jews looked at us through the gates, they were human skeletons, and you can see every bone in their body through the skin. Most of them were sick, or dying. The camp was big, and weak Jews were all around. Gennadiy and I both rushed looking for more Jews. I saw one sitting on the ground, no strength to stand up. Gennadiy and I helped him get up and walked over to the rest of the group, where he would be fed. As we were walking him, we saw other soldiers rushing to the other side of Auschwitz and for a moment I saw how terrible war is, I saw how terrible things can be. But inside I felt good to help the people who were in need. I also felt horrible about what happened to them and how they were treated.
“I have heard of concentration camps, but I would never guess it was this horrible,” said Gennadiy.
“No one would have guessed it was this horrible,” I said, “No human deserves to be treated like this, not even animals.” I took out some canned food from my bag and gave it to the Jews. I knew that they needed it more than me. The Jews were thanking us nonstop.
I wondered how this can be happening when no one is aware of it. How can a human do that to another human? Why would people do this to each other?
Yakimov is a young writer from Kazakhstan. Currently working indipendently on his own book. His friend, and teacher, inspired him to pen Vladmir's Story.
Tuesday, 28 August 2012
Rodrigo Y Gabriella
They entered the function separately, but were one with another now.
As they danced, the guitar ran through their heads, their feet moved in time with the Latin rhythm. Their furious footsteps echoed throughout the hall, adding to the intensity of the performance.
The two strangers danced the night away.
As they danced, the guitar ran through their heads, their feet moved in time with the Latin rhythm. Their furious footsteps echoed throughout the hall, adding to the intensity of the performance.
The two strangers danced the night away.
Sunday, 26 August 2012
With Friends Like These
As I lay at the bottom of the hill, with a broken leg, I realised I needed help to get to the hospital.
I dialed her phone number.
And waited.
And waited.
And waited.
My imaginary friend didn't come through in the end, I should have got a real one.
I dialed her phone number.
And waited.
And waited.
And waited.
My imaginary friend didn't come through in the end, I should have got a real one.
Friday, 24 August 2012
I'm Back.
So, after taking a little bit of a break to catch up on some things I've decided to return.
First things first: Thank you to Tim from 50 Word Stories.com for posting my story, Rampage, up on his site. It meas a lot to me, so thanks.
Secondly, I've been working with the idea for something a little bit... bigger, than what I have previously posted up here. I'm not going to share too much because it's only an idea, and I have only penned a tiny fraction of it (see extract below for a small sample.). I had the idea of something a little bit more violent yet understandable. I'm not attempting to write a meat-headed action story.
Lastly, and this goes out to a certain somebody: Psymon's Tale P.t. VI will be out soon enough. So you can stop biting my head off about it. :)
Any, I just wanted to say I;m back, hope you like the extract, and send in more story ideas.
Lewis
X
First things first: Thank you to Tim from 50 Word Stories.com for posting my story, Rampage, up on his site. It meas a lot to me, so thanks.
Secondly, I've been working with the idea for something a little bit... bigger, than what I have previously posted up here. I'm not going to share too much because it's only an idea, and I have only penned a tiny fraction of it (see extract below for a small sample.). I had the idea of something a little bit more violent yet understandable. I'm not attempting to write a meat-headed action story.
Lastly, and this goes out to a certain somebody: Psymon's Tale P.t. VI will be out soon enough. So you can stop biting my head off about it. :)
Any, I just wanted to say I;m back, hope you like the extract, and send in more story ideas.
Lewis
X
"You know, I never wanted to do this."
Sincerity ran through his words, but we both knew that nothing could be done to change what was about to happen. We both bowed, unsheathed our instruments, and prepared ourselves.
"I only wish you knew that I did it for the best of reasons. And for what will happen, no matter who leaves, I am sorry. My love."
And with that we began. a flurry of shimmering light dancing high above the Suppressed below. Both he and I experts at our art. Every blow deflected by the opponent, he and I danced, always keeping in time with one another. Then I noticed how I would defeat him.
Keeping on the offensive, I forced his hand, or to be more precise; his feet. I maneuvered him so as he had nowhere to retreat to, except to the streets below.
***
Remaining in the same place, we continued to duel. fatigue setting in on us both. He couldn't endure as much as I could, this was proven when he let his arm slip an inch. I did not hesitate and removed the appendage from it's owner, sword still attached via the hand. It cascaded to the streets below.
As he was doubled up in pain and shock, I executed the next phase in my attack. I turned and walked away, doubled back on myself and sprinted towards him sending us both over the edge.
The force of the impact allowed us to clear the street and fall over the lower roofs on the other side. I had time to say the last thing he would ever hear.
"It's not the fall that will kill you."
We stopped.
"it's the sudden stop at the bottom."
Sunday, 29 July 2012
Questions Answered: Would You Be Straight?
Imagine, if you will, a world in which an individual could choose their sexual orientation. Once chosen, the person's sexual orientation could not be altered again.
I was presented with this concept, and then asked if I could choose to be straight, would I. The short answer: No. The longer answer needs to be broken into multiple issues.
Straight Isn't Necessarily Right.
The way that the question is posed, as well as the way it was asked, implies that heterosexuality is "correct", or that homosexuality (and other non-heterosexualities) isn't. Now, I like to think that I'm not a heterophobe (If homophobe's a word, why can't heterophobe be?), some of my best friends are breeders; but, to claim one sexuality is right - and claim others aren't is morally wrong.
People are born into their sexual identity, they discover about a decade into their life what gender(s) they are attracted to, and that's final. People who are gay can act straight (trust me), and people who are straight can act gay (once again, trust me). This doesn't deter in any way from their actual sexual identity. Just because heterosexual sex spawns us all, does not make it "right"; or to be more specific, it does not make it the only "right" option. All sexualities are "right" in their own respect.
Loss of Identity
I have become the person I am today because of my sexual orientation and the trials that are expected to come with it, not to mention the scars (though that is the wrong term) that I have been left with.
Now, I've been lucky. I haven't come across much homophobia. When I have, I've been able to stamp it out. But, I would be a totally different person if I had not pursued the path I have taken. Simple things, such as: my first sexual encounter, my coming to grips with my homosexuality, my coming out, losing my virginity. Those are all things that would pan out in a totally different way, if I was of another sexual persuasion. My life has faults, all of our lives do. But, to be broken is special. If we are broken, we can be put on the path to be fixed, and it is in the journey of our damages and reconciliation, that we can become truly individual and unique. I would rather live with my own faults. I am happy with the individual Io have become.
So, no. No, I would not become straight, if given the choice. If any of the people I manage to rope into reading this blog have anything they would care to add, feel free to comment, or drop me an email. My email's in the About Cole section of the bog.
I was presented with this concept, and then asked if I could choose to be straight, would I. The short answer: No. The longer answer needs to be broken into multiple issues.
Straight Isn't Necessarily Right.
The way that the question is posed, as well as the way it was asked, implies that heterosexuality is "correct", or that homosexuality (and other non-heterosexualities) isn't. Now, I like to think that I'm not a heterophobe (If homophobe's a word, why can't heterophobe be?), some of my best friends are breeders; but, to claim one sexuality is right - and claim others aren't is morally wrong.
People are born into their sexual identity, they discover about a decade into their life what gender(s) they are attracted to, and that's final. People who are gay can act straight (trust me), and people who are straight can act gay (once again, trust me). This doesn't deter in any way from their actual sexual identity. Just because heterosexual sex spawns us all, does not make it "right"; or to be more specific, it does not make it the only "right" option. All sexualities are "right" in their own respect.
Loss of Identity
I have become the person I am today because of my sexual orientation and the trials that are expected to come with it, not to mention the scars (though that is the wrong term) that I have been left with.
Now, I've been lucky. I haven't come across much homophobia. When I have, I've been able to stamp it out. But, I would be a totally different person if I had not pursued the path I have taken. Simple things, such as: my first sexual encounter, my coming to grips with my homosexuality, my coming out, losing my virginity. Those are all things that would pan out in a totally different way, if I was of another sexual persuasion. My life has faults, all of our lives do. But, to be broken is special. If we are broken, we can be put on the path to be fixed, and it is in the journey of our damages and reconciliation, that we can become truly individual and unique. I would rather live with my own faults. I am happy with the individual Io have become.
So, no. No, I would not become straight, if given the choice. If any of the people I manage to rope into reading this blog have anything they would care to add, feel free to comment, or drop me an email. My email's in the About Cole section of the bog.
Wednesday, 25 July 2012
Slender Man
If you stare into the abyss, it stares back, into you. It's inhuman form rendering me so much more terrified by it's human facade, endeavouring to draw me in with it's gaze. A mortifying gaze. One without a face.
As I stood there, fixed to the earth like the tormented soul I have become, it drew near. Slender. Like a collection of branches and malevilence, gliding towards me. It's shadow would have ensnared me, if the trees and the twilight hadn't already done so.
Fear had become me, yet I managed to suppress it's evil urges. I turned on the spot and sprinted away from the woods, torch in hand, heart in mouth. I made it to the cabin, and suffered the worst kind of sleepless night.
As dawn broke, I set off for town. Swearing that it's gaze was upon me the entire time. Perhaps an illusion, I thought. How wrong I was. It had left it's tainted mark upon my mental health, and would soon enough leave it's mark upon my flesh, of this I was certain.
I shivered into the town square and managed to pass two words from between my lips. "Slender Man!" With this, the roar of the markets subsided and retreated into solitude. Nobody wanted to help, nor could they. This was my curse, my burden.
I was left in the loneliness of my abhorred situation, and it would never change. Dread wormed it's way through my mind, and it became my only thought.
I awoke to find the pitch blackness consumed the sky. Nobody had tried to move me, or leave their abodes, or so it seemed. I prayed to my god, but knew it would be of little help. The Tall One bowed to no god, it only pursued.
A pin-prick of realisation amplified into a barrage of spines that maimed my entire being. I can't live like this, everything I was, or could have been was irrelevant. I belonged to the Slender Man now.
I made my way into the woods, once more. This time knowing I would not return. I paced the previous night's route, and halted at the point where we met.
He was waiting.
Somehow, within the span of a night, he had become so much more terrifying. His attire a deeper shade of death than any that could be imagined. His grotesque form looming above me, topped by a gaze more severe than any other.
I stared into the abyss, and it stared into me.
As I stood there, fixed to the earth like the tormented soul I have become, it drew near. Slender. Like a collection of branches and malevilence, gliding towards me. It's shadow would have ensnared me, if the trees and the twilight hadn't already done so.
Fear had become me, yet I managed to suppress it's evil urges. I turned on the spot and sprinted away from the woods, torch in hand, heart in mouth. I made it to the cabin, and suffered the worst kind of sleepless night.
As dawn broke, I set off for town. Swearing that it's gaze was upon me the entire time. Perhaps an illusion, I thought. How wrong I was. It had left it's tainted mark upon my mental health, and would soon enough leave it's mark upon my flesh, of this I was certain.
I shivered into the town square and managed to pass two words from between my lips. "Slender Man!" With this, the roar of the markets subsided and retreated into solitude. Nobody wanted to help, nor could they. This was my curse, my burden.
I was left in the loneliness of my abhorred situation, and it would never change. Dread wormed it's way through my mind, and it became my only thought.
I awoke to find the pitch blackness consumed the sky. Nobody had tried to move me, or leave their abodes, or so it seemed. I prayed to my god, but knew it would be of little help. The Tall One bowed to no god, it only pursued.
A pin-prick of realisation amplified into a barrage of spines that maimed my entire being. I can't live like this, everything I was, or could have been was irrelevant. I belonged to the Slender Man now.
I made my way into the woods, once more. This time knowing I would not return. I paced the previous night's route, and halted at the point where we met.
He was waiting.
Somehow, within the span of a night, he had become so much more terrifying. His attire a deeper shade of death than any that could be imagined. His grotesque form looming above me, topped by a gaze more severe than any other.
I stared into the abyss, and it stared into me.
Monday, 16 July 2012
Summertime
Today is a venus flytrap day. A beautiful day that seems like nothing could go wrong, to anybody. The sort of day where somebody can make a plan, and it will succeed.
Caught in daydreaming. I didn't notice the speeding vehicle racing towards me. The jaws of the plant shut.
Caught in daydreaming. I didn't notice the speeding vehicle racing towards me. The jaws of the plant shut.
Thursday, 12 July 2012
Psymon's Tale Pt. V
"You'll never guess what!" I exclaim.
"You got invited to Nate's party tonight." This is a statement, rather than a question, as Zoe is holding a similar note to the one in my hand.
"Hey! Why didn't I get an invite." Max is rummaging through his locker now, moving his possessions in a rapid flurry. Zoe decides to calm him. "Max, chill. The invites are you plus one. So shut up, and be my plus one."
I look at the invite, and sure enough, it says to bring an extra guest. It also says to bring your own booze.
"Erm, guys. You do realise it's a B.Y.O.B. bash, right?"
"That's fine." Max assures. "My parents don't check the booze cabinet. What's your poison?"
"Vodka. Russian." Zoe states, handing Max the appropriate amount of cash.
"Malibu., if you can." I reach into my wallet and hand Max a twenty.
The bell for third period rings and we head our separate ways. We reconvene in the lunch hall and sit at our usual table.
I look around and spot Jacob paying for his food. Max and Zoe follow my gaze and ask if that's him. I confirm, then immediately wish I hadn't.
"Hey Jacob! Over here!" Zoe shouts and waves until he turns and walks towards us. He sees me and sits opposite me.
"Hey." Jacob greets them in the shortest of ways. He seems to be unsure of the situation and is erring on the edge of safe.
"Sorry." I mutter, knowing the my friends, well Zoe, will likely embarrass me.
"Max." Max says, offering his hand. Jacob takes it.
"Jacob, but I take it you already know." He giggles in my direction, and I blush.
"Hi, I'm Zoe. If you hurt him, I will kill you."
"Thank you Zoe." I groan.
"'Cause he likes you, and he's a really big pussy when it comes to boys. So play nice, ok?"
"Thank you Zoe"
"Oh, we're going to this party tonight, and he wants to bring you along as his plus one. So what do you say?"
"Thank you Zoe"
"You're welcome hun." She smiles at me. I'm now crossing off ways to kill her, hoping to find the most painful.
"Yeah, that sounds cool." Jacob says, touching my feet with his. "It'll be fun."
We all eat our lunch, whilst Zoe and Max get to know Jacob, I get to know Jacob a little better too. We finish our meal, and head off to the lockers to relax.
"You got invited to Nate's party tonight." This is a statement, rather than a question, as Zoe is holding a similar note to the one in my hand.
"Hey! Why didn't I get an invite." Max is rummaging through his locker now, moving his possessions in a rapid flurry. Zoe decides to calm him. "Max, chill. The invites are you plus one. So shut up, and be my plus one."
I look at the invite, and sure enough, it says to bring an extra guest. It also says to bring your own booze.
"Erm, guys. You do realise it's a B.Y.O.B. bash, right?"
"That's fine." Max assures. "My parents don't check the booze cabinet. What's your poison?"
"Vodka. Russian." Zoe states, handing Max the appropriate amount of cash.
"Malibu., if you can." I reach into my wallet and hand Max a twenty.
The bell for third period rings and we head our separate ways. We reconvene in the lunch hall and sit at our usual table.
I look around and spot Jacob paying for his food. Max and Zoe follow my gaze and ask if that's him. I confirm, then immediately wish I hadn't.
"Hey Jacob! Over here!" Zoe shouts and waves until he turns and walks towards us. He sees me and sits opposite me.
"Hey." Jacob greets them in the shortest of ways. He seems to be unsure of the situation and is erring on the edge of safe.
"Sorry." I mutter, knowing the my friends, well Zoe, will likely embarrass me.
"Max." Max says, offering his hand. Jacob takes it.
"Jacob, but I take it you already know." He giggles in my direction, and I blush.
"Hi, I'm Zoe. If you hurt him, I will kill you."
"Thank you Zoe." I groan.
"'Cause he likes you, and he's a really big pussy when it comes to boys. So play nice, ok?"
"Thank you Zoe"
"Oh, we're going to this party tonight, and he wants to bring you along as his plus one. So what do you say?"
"Thank you Zoe"
"You're welcome hun." She smiles at me. I'm now crossing off ways to kill her, hoping to find the most painful.
"Yeah, that sounds cool." Jacob says, touching my feet with his. "It'll be fun."
We all eat our lunch, whilst Zoe and Max get to know Jacob, I get to know Jacob a little better too. We finish our meal, and head off to the lockers to relax.
Wednesday, 11 July 2012
Psymon's Tale Pt. IV
The evening light kissed Jacob's features, and so did I. I kissed him, and he kissed me. Tongues dancing in time to our own music, with our own unique choreography. I wanted this moment to last a lifetime, and it did.
Until the alarm punctured my sleeping visions. I notice the time, calculate, and come to the conclusion that I can succumb to my temptations. I know that the door is locked, so I relax and allow myself this moment of weakness. I realise that adolescence isn't pretty, but everyone does it.
About ten minutes later, I'm pouring my milk. Leo snatches it from me and wets his own cereal. I eat in silence. Leo tells Mum that he'll be back late because of one of his friend's parties. I don't really listen, I just eat and think.
Fingers snap in front of my face and I'm now focused on their owner. "Oi, Dipshit. We're heading off in a minute. Get ready and get your ass in the car." I do as my brother says, making sure my appearance is more than presentable, just in case I happen to pass Jacob in the hallways.
We take the journey to school the same way we do every day. With silence between Leo and I. I sit in the back and plug in my headphones, he turns his radio up. This is the extent of our relationship. Who said there's anything better than brotherly love?
We arrive at school and Leo drives off to work. He works up at the music shop a few streets away from the school.
I text Zoe and Max, my two best friends (well, I suppose that's what you'd call them. We hang about most of the time.). Zoe tells me she's by our lockers with Max. I go to my locker. Pack away my belonging, and take out my school essentials.
"Zoe, come here." She does, and I make her lean forward. I scribble upon the paper I have against her back and fold it multiple times.
I place the note through the vent in Jacob's locker, and walk with my comrades to first period.
"So, do we get to know his name?" Max chimes.
"Jacob" I say. I decide to continue. "I went out and had pizza with him last night. It was, it was..."
"It was magical, and fabulous, and I loved every second, I also wanked over him. See I have jizz stains on my jeans." I look down. "Oh, my god, you totally did." Zoe is a bitch, but I love her, and she knows it. She punches me softly and smiles. "I thought you never dated anyway."
"It's called growing up, you should try it some time." I smile. She is about to come back with some witty retort, but we arrive at first period. We enter and take our usual seats at the middle of the classroom. The teacher suspects the back to be disruptive, so she pays no mind to us.
We all share a knowing glance and sign in to our usual messaging system on our phones.
sowhatgirl: so tell us
SwordOfDoom: yh come on wanna no
Psykick: well we just went for pizza. But he seems really cool. like hes a really cute guy and i think i like him
Paykick: he likes me 2 i think
sowhatgirl: omg u r so gay :p
Psykick: dont u no it
SwordOfDoom: wait what did ur mum say
Psykick: nothin she didnt have the chance to really
sowhatgirl: u gotta tell her @ sum point u no if she dont lyk it we hav a box in the yard :D
SwordOfDoom: what she said but more supportive
sowhatgirl: fuck u max
SwordOfDoom: xxx
Psykick: i know i have to but i dont wanna can we drop it
sowhatgirl: that last part about jacobs boxers
Psykick: fuck u
sowhatgirl: xxx
SwordOfDoom: HEY thats my bit
We spent the rest of the period talking about nonsense. We spend the second period in exactly the same way.
At break, we go to the lockers. I open mine, pick up the note and gasp.
Until the alarm punctured my sleeping visions. I notice the time, calculate, and come to the conclusion that I can succumb to my temptations. I know that the door is locked, so I relax and allow myself this moment of weakness. I realise that adolescence isn't pretty, but everyone does it.
About ten minutes later, I'm pouring my milk. Leo snatches it from me and wets his own cereal. I eat in silence. Leo tells Mum that he'll be back late because of one of his friend's parties. I don't really listen, I just eat and think.
Fingers snap in front of my face and I'm now focused on their owner. "Oi, Dipshit. We're heading off in a minute. Get ready and get your ass in the car." I do as my brother says, making sure my appearance is more than presentable, just in case I happen to pass Jacob in the hallways.
We take the journey to school the same way we do every day. With silence between Leo and I. I sit in the back and plug in my headphones, he turns his radio up. This is the extent of our relationship. Who said there's anything better than brotherly love?
We arrive at school and Leo drives off to work. He works up at the music shop a few streets away from the school.
I text Zoe and Max, my two best friends (well, I suppose that's what you'd call them. We hang about most of the time.). Zoe tells me she's by our lockers with Max. I go to my locker. Pack away my belonging, and take out my school essentials.
"Zoe, come here." She does, and I make her lean forward. I scribble upon the paper I have against her back and fold it multiple times.
I place the note through the vent in Jacob's locker, and walk with my comrades to first period.
"So, do we get to know his name?" Max chimes.
"Jacob" I say. I decide to continue. "I went out and had pizza with him last night. It was, it was..."
"It was magical, and fabulous, and I loved every second, I also wanked over him. See I have jizz stains on my jeans." I look down. "Oh, my god, you totally did." Zoe is a bitch, but I love her, and she knows it. She punches me softly and smiles. "I thought you never dated anyway."
"It's called growing up, you should try it some time." I smile. She is about to come back with some witty retort, but we arrive at first period. We enter and take our usual seats at the middle of the classroom. The teacher suspects the back to be disruptive, so she pays no mind to us.
We all share a knowing glance and sign in to our usual messaging system on our phones.
sowhatgirl: so tell us
SwordOfDoom: yh come on wanna no
Psykick: well we just went for pizza. But he seems really cool. like hes a really cute guy and i think i like him
Paykick: he likes me 2 i think
sowhatgirl: omg u r so gay :p
Psykick: dont u no it
SwordOfDoom: wait what did ur mum say
Psykick: nothin she didnt have the chance to really
sowhatgirl: u gotta tell her @ sum point u no if she dont lyk it we hav a box in the yard :D
SwordOfDoom: what she said but more supportive
sowhatgirl: fuck u max
SwordOfDoom: xxx
Psykick: i know i have to but i dont wanna can we drop it
sowhatgirl: that last part about jacobs boxers
Psykick: fuck u
sowhatgirl: xxx
SwordOfDoom: HEY thats my bit
We spent the rest of the period talking about nonsense. We spend the second period in exactly the same way.
At break, we go to the lockers. I open mine, pick up the note and gasp.
Tuesday, 10 July 2012
Revival
I have been granted one day to live, then I die. Again.
One day to say goodbye, one day to say sorry to all those that I have wronged.
I do my part: mother, brother, friends. Lastly: my lover.
I knock, he answers.
"Forgive me. Please"
And then I fade.
One day to say goodbye, one day to say sorry to all those that I have wronged.
I do my part: mother, brother, friends. Lastly: my lover.
I knock, he answers.
"Forgive me. Please"
And then I fade.
Monday, 9 July 2012
Escapism
I'm reading something. So are you.
I'm getting caught in the romance of it all. Such a sensation: it's unreal. I can be lifted out of my depressions and fears because of another's ideas. I see their lands in my mind's eye.
Now I know: this is why we read.
I'm getting caught in the romance of it all. Such a sensation: it's unreal. I can be lifted out of my depressions and fears because of another's ideas. I see their lands in my mind's eye.
Now I know: this is why we read.
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