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.

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'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
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"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."

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.

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.

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.

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.