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Post by Sekot on Apr 12, 2009 20:06:27 GMT -5
Scott
He stared into the mirror, his deeply blue eyes staring into their reflection, searching for the ever elusive soul that was said to dwell behind them. He lifted hand to brush the dark brown hair away from in front of his eyes. He faked a smile, the lines around his eyes and mouth barely creasing with the effort. It was but a second before the smile faded, replaced by the previous lifeless expression. Leaning back, his eyes drifted to the rest of his body. He was rail thin but was gifted with visible muscle. Twenty and his metabolism was still kicking strong. He could take some pride in this form, at least. He could be fat.
His gaze drifted to his arms, there were fresh red lines from the night previous now mixed in with the other healing and healed marks. Grimacing, he turned away from the mirror and entered his adjoining bedroom. The shades were drawn and so only a little light spilled in. The room was a mess, clothes placed haphazardly all over the place, his covers on his bed tossed all over. It didn’t help that it was a small bedroom too. Leaning over, he quickly grabbed a pair of slightly dirty boxers and put them on as well as a pair of basketball shorts.
Leaving his room behind, he stepped into the main area of the apartment shared with three other friends of his. They never asked his about his scars, about the fresh cuts. They never asked how he was or how he was doing. “Mornin’ Scott.”
Scott nodded to Brian who was seated upon the couch dressed only in his boxers. The morning light spilled in from the glass doors leading to small deck outside. The TV was slightly clouded by the light and Scott could only see a small portion of what was going on. He continued to the kitchen and opened the fridge. Beer and other alcohol were the predominant residents of the cold box. He dug around, picking out the carton of orange juice sitting in the very back behind a new six-pack.
Sniffing it once, he poured a glass for himself and replaced the carton. He moved back into the common area and seated himself next to Brian. “What are you watching?”
Brian shrugged a shoulder and lifted a spoon of cereal to his mouth. Scott looked at him for a few seconds and then got up. Sighing he went back to his room where he fell back against his bed. He closed his eyes and took in several breaths. It was a school day. He didn’t want to go. He just wanted to lay back in the bed and never see the light of day again. He drummed his fingers against his bare chest, his thoughts drifting past the boggy sludge that threatened to hold him forever.
As his thoughts moved, his hand descended down his body and down into his pants. Maybe just a few minutes of alone time would help kick start his day, maybe a feeling of pleasure would elate him for but a few minutes, long enough to motivate him to do something. It was a half hearted effort. His body was reluctant to perform. His thoughts drifted to his different fantasies, hoping to spark on one of them. He finished but hardly felt it was worth it. He got up and cleaned himself off, quickly grabbing a change of clothes and his backpack before heading out the apartment. Brian was still sitting in front of the TV, munching on another snack.
Scott hit the warm air and took in a deep breath. The sun was shining, but there was no sense in avoiding the cliché: it did nothing for him. He turned on his music player and started walking, drifting off into his own little world, going to a class he had no interest in whatsoever. His life was boring routine, his mind numbed and broken. It was only the beginning of the week and already Scott wanted it all to end.
He passed kids who were laughing amongst each other, passed lovers who were locked in a passionate duel of the tongues. He had had a girlfriend who had dumped him before the school year had begun. They had had sex a total of three times before she cheated on him. She had called him a lot of hurtful things and had left bad memories, but they were a mere addition to the still surmounting pile. Scott looked up into the sky as he walked, into the blue heavens. He closed his eyes as a warm breeze crossed over him.
It was moments like these that he was supposed to be happy. But a weight pressed against his mind, smothered his emotions and left him like a walking corpse. His eyes were dead, his step mechanical. As he passed others and as others passed him, he remarked on how alone he was, how pathetic his life had become and the self-pity he reveled in. He wanted to shout on how unfair it all was, but he already knew the answer that would be waiting for him.
The world never professed to be fair.
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Post by Sekot on Apr 13, 2009 22:37:49 GMT -5
Elizabeth
She threw her head back, allowing her shoulder length dirty blonde hair to billow about her pale face. She closed her emerald eyes and smiled as the sun beat upon her face. She spun on bare feet in the tall, verdant grass, her arms out wide and fingers splayed. She spun to a rhythm all her own, a tune played in her mind. She felt the air as it brushed her cheek, she felt the warmth radiating from her surroundings and filling her heart. She felt it all.
Now laying in the grass, she stared up at the blue sky, the white clouds that passed overhead. She thought of happiness and kindness and love. She was a pure child, sheltered and compassionate. She had come to this college fresh from a small high school, a simple life in a farming community. She had experienced love, and loss, but it did not hold her back. She was bound and determined to forge a path, a new way of life in a brand new, wide, large world.
Giggling, she rose on her elbows, pulling the strands of hair away from her face. She gazed at the passersby. She didn’t know any of them, but somehow she felt connected, a sense that she belonged amongst them. One boy caught her eye as he passed, tall and lanky, but sharp features. Enough to catch her eye, but soon he moved away and she continued her vigil. More faces, some beautiful, some plain, passed on their way to and from class.
Class was done for her, she could enjoy the day ahead. Plans were thrown out the window, she would make it up as she went along. Laying her head back on the soft grass, she closed her eyes and began to hum a tune, a lullaby her mother had sang to her every night before bed. It was soft and light, comforting to all who heard it. She sang it for those who walked by without a thought towards her, a wish that their day would be as warm as hers. She sang for her mother and father back home, for those she had yet to meet.
Today was a good day.
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Post by Kaez on Apr 14, 2009 13:53:51 GMT -5
(( You're on pace for Story of the Year again. Get me an update asap. ))
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Post by Faerd ((B'slash)) on Apr 14, 2009 19:09:31 GMT -5
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Post by Sekot on Apr 15, 2009 20:22:22 GMT -5
Gwynyth
Grey smoke blew from pale red lips into the air, disappearing bit by bit, only to be replaced by another cloud immediately after. She smiled, feral and wild. Taking another drag on her cigarette, she flicks the stub off to the side. The smoke makes its way down her throat and into her lungs, she revels in the feel and then out it comes from her nose and mouth like an angry beast. Her smile never fades, she takes joy in the smoke, the foreign nature of it dwelling within her.
Placing a hand on the brick wall she’s leaning against, she pushes off and rises to her full height. She tosses her head to the side, the hair dyed green flipped across her face. She smiles at a young freshman looking boy as he passes by her, giving him a wink and a delicate flash of her tongue licking across her teeth. The boy watches her wide eyed before she moves past him.
She walks with a confident step, her shoulders broad. She visibly stands out from those around her, besides her green, short hair; she is wearing a black leather jacket and black pants. It’s hard to tell if she’s wearing a shirt underneath her jacket. She gathers the looks of many a boy and girl about her and revels in their attention. She wants all eyes on her, she wants them to see only her. A playful giggle passes across her lips as she captures the attention of a boyfriend of another girl.
Suddenly she is thrown back a step, her crafted air of confidence and power thrown to the wind. She stumbles about and looks at the one who bumped into her. The pieces of paper she was carrying in her hand flutter about the sidewalk. “What the fuck?” she accuses.
“I..I’m sorry,” the boy says.
She opens her mouth to say more but notices the lack of life behind the boy’s eyes. She has seen that look before. The boy lowers his head and pushes past her, his cheeks visibly red from the embarrassment. She smiles, such a cute young man. “Hey, wait!” she says, catching up to him and grabbing him by the arm, “You made me drop my papers, the least you can do is help me pick them up.”
The boy’s eyes widen with fear, “I’m really really sorry, I didn’t mean to.”
He immediately stoops to pick up what she had dropped. She finds it difficult to stifle a laugh as he quickly grabs every last paper. He comes back up to her and hands them to her, “Here, I’m sorry.”
“Thanks,” she says. “What’s your name?”
The boy is taken aback by her forwardness, he smiles sheepishly, his voice is tinged with fear. “Uh…my name is Scott.”
“Well Scott, I think you look familiar, have we met before?”
“Um, I don’t think so,” Scott says, placing a hand on the back of his head.
“What dorm do you live in? I’m sure I’ve seen you somewhere.”
“I don’t live in a dorm, I live in the apartments just off campus. Red River?”
“Ooooh yeaah, now I know. I’ve gone to a few parties over there. I must have seen you at one of them.”
“I don’t go to all that many parties. I’m surprised you remembered me,” he says, a wide smile appearing on his face. She can see the spark of life behind his eyes now. It was almost pathetic.
“Well, I think you’re cute, how could I not remember you?” It wasn’t a lie. He was certainly attractive.
Scott lowers he head and smiles wide, “Uhh thanks…”
“So, you should come to this party that one of my friend’s is having. Here, I’ll give you my number. You call me this Friday and I’ll tell you what’s going on.”
She quickly grabs his hand and picks out a pen, scribbling her cell phone number on it. “Alright, there ya go. Don’t be afraid to give me a call, I gotta run.”
Without waiting for him to respond, she turns and walks away, her gait returned. The predatory smile once again plays across her face. The innocence was apparent, the dull look in his otherwise vibrant eyes. She could smell it on him, another weak young man, begging for her. She could hardly resist the temptation, not with this new and exciting prey.
She wanted him, she had wanted the others. She wanted a lot of things. And she would have them all.
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Post by Kaez on Apr 15, 2009 22:07:36 GMT -5
(( Only complaint is that it's written in current tense... then past tense... then current tense... then... both at the same time. ))
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Post by Sekot on Apr 15, 2009 22:47:00 GMT -5
(( Only complaint is that it's written in current tense... then past tense... then current tense... then... both at the same time. )) ((Hhahahahahahah whaaatt? Let me reread it again, myyyyy bad.)) |
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Post by Sekot on Apr 20, 2009 22:58:48 GMT -5
Scott
Next to a window he sat, his dark eyes staring through the window pane. The sun was setting, it was dark outside and in. The only light in his room was that which spilled out from underneath the closed door. His hands fingered the small card that had the girl’s number written upon it, transferred from his hand. Scott looked down upon it, sighed heavily, closed his eyes, and leaned his head against the cool glass.
He wondered if she truly meant what she said, or if this was all some elaborate scheme to embarrass him for her cruel pleasure. Not many people found him attractive. Not that he knew of at least. It had to be a joke, there was no way she could find him in any way pleasing. His eyes opened and he looked down at his arms, he saw the scars in the dim light, the paths they etched on his pale flesh. Disgusted he banged his head against the glass and held it there, clenching his eyes closed as the feelings of disgust and self-loathing bubbled up.
He felt himself falling, slipping from a high point into a dark hole. He felt himself constantly falling, nothing solid to touch, no point to slow his fall. He opened his mouth in a silent scream, the emotions kept within threatening to burst but held back by some mysterious force. Scott’s mind burned, it seared with emotional agony greater than any physical pain.
Quickly he rose from the sill of the window and quickly he moved around his bed and to his dresser. Pulling out the drawer, he dug around for the thing that was hidden in the back. Taking it out, he felt its heavy weight, its comfortable grip. His arms burned with a fiery heat, echoed by his mental state. Holding the object up to the last few slivers of light, he caught a brief glimpse of a reflection in the metallic surface, a pair of haunted, deadened eyes.
She couldn’t find him attractive because no one found him attractive. He was worth nothing to the world, worth nothing to anyone. His friends just outside his door couldn’t give two shits about the life he was in. They never asked questions because they didn’t care. His parents never called. He had no one to go to, no one who would hold him and say “I love you”.
He entered the bathroom and turned on a backlight, the room awash with a dim orange glow. Standing before the mirror, he stared back hard at his reflection. It only further angered him. He wanted to lash out at his self, at what he was and what he had become. Picking up the knife, he pressed the tip to his extended left arm. He paused, his breath coming in heavy.
It was easy. It slid across the skin, biting and nipping until a dark red line was drawn. Again and again, three times more he brought the cold steel against warm flesh. Blood dripped down from the superficial cuts, dripped into the sink. Closing his eyes, Scott lowered his head, unable to look at himself in the mirror. Seeing the cuts, he became further disgusted at the fact that he would do such a thing to himself and that it wasn’t even that deep.
He was worthless, pathetic, and a sad excuse for a man. He wasn’t even sure he was attracted to the girl. As the endorphins worked their way into his mind, he smiled a mirthless smile. He couldn’t even manage to be straight. “How sad is that?” he mutters out loud to no one.
Scott left the sink and moved to the toilet, where he sat cradling his arm. It hurt, it burned, but in a way he felt relieved. Through the mess his mind had calmed, he was once again emotionally dead. A zombie, a barely human male walking through the motions of daily life. The card with the girl’s number lay discarded on the room floor. Scott couldn’t care less. She never meant it in the first place.
It was all a joke.
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Post by Kaez on Apr 20, 2009 23:38:51 GMT -5
(( OoOooooooh. Hard-hitting. More! ))
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Post by WJChesek ((Evern)) on Apr 21, 2009 20:28:54 GMT -5
I like it. The whole emo kid, user, girly-girl triangle is cool, makes me wonder at the many ways it can all play out. <Two thumbs up>
I was thrown off by the tense change in the third post, and there was a place, when Scott thinks about the world at the end of the first post, that last paragraph, not the sentence, felt slightly choppy to me.
Enjoy the comment! Looking forward to more!
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Post by Sekot on Aug 3, 2009 13:23:45 GMT -5
Scott
He stared up at the house, nervous, anxious. Noises came from within, loud music and laughter, screams of joy and happy laughter. The yard in front was littered with plastic cups and pieces of clothing, broken tables and chairs were scattered here and there. This was the house that Gwyn had told him about, had asked him to come to. Scott didn't know why he had come, why he was here. He wanted to turn back, to turn away and return to the comfort of his own room. But something drew him in, a whisper in the back of his head urged him on.
And so he walked up to the open door and into the well lit foyer. People he didn't know and who surely didn't know him raised their glasses and cheered as they saw the newcomer and then promptly went back to dancing and drinking. Scott smiled sheepishly and walked into the next room, his eyes scanning for any sign of the girl he had bumped into those few days ago.
"Scott!" she cried from the corner of the room where a long couch was placed against the wall and holding not a small amount of people. Gwynyth waved him over, a wide smile across her face. "I'm glad you came," she purred, obviously more than a little alcohol in her system.
"Uuh, thanks for the invite," Scott said, rubbing the back of his hand and nodding to the others seated around her.
A couple stopped their open show of tongue fencing and nodded at him. "I'm Luc," the guy said, offering his hand. Scott leaned over and shook it, entranced by the look the other gave him. There was a flicker, brief, a coy smile, and then nothing.
"Everett," another offered, no hand, just a curt nod.
"Samantha," a rather unruly looking woman said with a wave of her fingers, her eyes never opening.
"William," a rather strong, tall, fellow said after he downed his drink in one gulp. He smiled wide, a fake smile Scott could tell. The other's eyes looked him up and down, measuring him.
"Where's Georgia and Patrick?" Gwynyth asked.
"In the kitchen somewhere," Everett answered, sneering.
Gwyn rolled her eyes and picked up a plastic cup off of the table next to her, "Here ya go Scott, gotta catch up with the rest of us."
Scott took it and gingerly sipped it, feeling the alcohol burn its way down his throat and into his stomach. He never drank much, but now he felt that he had to prove something. So he lifted the drink and downed the entire thing as quickly as he could, smiling as he finished and letting out a small belch.
Gwyn smiled, and Luc nodded his approval. "Good man," he said. "Come with me, we'll get you more."
Luc rose from the couch, leaving the girl he was kissing pouting. Gwyn flicked her on the head and motioned for her to leave. The girl refused at first but Gwyn shouted something at her and she immediately got up and disappeared into the crowd. Scott followed Luc into the kitchen where people crowded around a table of kids playing a game of strip poker.
Luc brought out a large half gallon of spiced rum and poured Scott another drink. Handing it to him, Luc poured himself one and together they walked back into the main room. Scott scanned the room, watching the people as they danced, talked, and laughed. "Good crowd you got here," Scott said, taking a large sip out of his drink.
"Too bad I hardly know any of them," Luc muttered.
"You seemed to know that girl quite well," Scott said with a sheepish smile.
Luc just shrugged, "I was bored."
There was silence as the two just stood there, Scott finished his drink just as quickly as the first. Luc watched him out of the corner of his eye, smiling at the obvious nervousness of the new guy. "Come on, let's get you yet another drink, one that you will hopefully drink more slowly, and we'll show you a good time."
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Post by Hwem on Sept 4, 2009 9:10:46 GMT -5
Your light does a lot of ‘spilling’. That description is used three times and is very noticeable.
Opening sentence has an adverb confusion, ‘deeply blue eyes’ … is blue a verb?
I found the opening part about Scott’s apartment cliché, but I read on and was pleasantly rewarded. Elizabeth feels like a cartoon but I suppose she will become more real as the story unfolds.
Last part seems to be leading toward a homosexual romance. Are you that brave?
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Post by o ding on Sept 4, 2009 14:06:15 GMT -5
Last part seems to be leading toward a homosexual romance. Are you that brave? ... |
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