LFO
12-30-2008, 04:16 PM
WT warning: Mature language is present.
I wrote this for a project of mine. Tell me what you think :/ Critique me!!!
A light breeze seemed to play about with the flowers around me. The grass shook, the leaves waved, and above all, the trees groaned, stirred from their fast holdings.
A storm was on the horizon.
At first it did not look too menacing. I gathered up my belongings and started off back to my own home at a brisk pace. This spot always served me well in times of hardship and homeward troubles, but, it seemed, not anymore.
A storm was on the horizon.
Suddenly, I remembered, for an instance, why I had came here:... hair, as every one of you has. Hair, and the sweet smell of Tobacco. Freshly opened, crisp. He had smoked... I told him not to. You lean in to catch a nose-full...- and he does something surprising.
You're kissing him, lightly, surprised but pleased. It's nice. You feel awkward, so you move in closer... you reach for him... What? What was that? No. No!
So you kick in in the balls and run. That's how it is. He's not chasing or following or anything, but the escape is important.
That's how life gets fucked up. By the man you love.
A storm is on the horizon.
'...[10 o'clock Tele] Breaking news, reporting live; this just in, a boy raised for two whole years by escaped mountain gorillas... Find out about a similar event thirteen years past...'
Sounds sorta familiar, doesn't it?
"Honey! Did you just get home? Could you take out the trash for me?" A short, stout woman, who was by far the opposite of a mirror image, walked out onto the porch and called to me.
"Well, yeah, ma, but-"
"But nothing! I slaved my butt off making dinner for you every night, so it would be nice if you took out the trash for once." She closed the porch swing door and walked back. I walked to the side of the house and got the bags, putting it by the front of the house with the other garbage, to be picked up tomorrow on trash day.
The house was stuffy, as always. It hit me as I walked in, a low, dull heat, burning incense in the corner of the living room. My mom restocked it often. Today was Orange Raspberry.
"There you are." I turned around. My mom was still in the kitchen. "Make the table, will you?"
'...The boy was found naked, wandering onto State Road Eleven. When asked where he was from, the boy simply pointed to the woods, Policeman Jerry Herman said...', '...Word is, says Frank Brown, the man who found the boy, that boy was abandoned as a babe, but he looks just like my son, you know....'
"Honey, where were you? I don't like it when you disappear like that, you know." Great. Just like my mom to corner me while I'm eating and hound me.
"I was just in the woods, ma." She gasped.
"You could have been struck by lightning! Or worse, you could have been kidnapped, or ran into a band of thugs, or...Oh!"
"Ma, you're over exaggerating. I go into the woods all the time..."
"Of course! I'm your mother. Now, I really don't approve of you heading out into the woods after that poor boy was found by the side of the road! Find somewhere else, just for me...please?" I rolled my eyes. My mother was always nagging on me.
"Mom, I'm not going to change my spot. I've been going there for years."
"Yeah, after we picked you up from those filthy hippies!"
"They're not filthy!"
That was the last straw. I got up from the kitchen table, and walked up the stairs to my room.
“Honey?” I didn't want to talk to her. I opened the door, shut it, and lay my head down on it to rest...
“...Another argument with Mom?” I jumped, startled; no one went into my room.
“What is it, Dick?” He scowled. His real name was Richard, but I liked to annoy him; he hated that nickname.
“You know, I don't like it when you call me that,” He got off my bed, and walked over to me. “But, you can call me Rick.” He was breathing into my ear now.
“Fuck you, Dick.”
“If you want to, I'm just a hallway down...”
“No, you creep me out!” I pushed him off of me, and he jeered.
“Alright, gypsy boy,” That made me wanna punch him; I hate it when he calls me that. “I'll just back off. Obviously, you need some time to cool your hot head.”
Once he had gone away, I took out my sketchbook from my bag, which I had brought with me to my secret spot. Most of the drawings were of plants, trees, and small woody animals... But my favorite, by far, was a drawing of myself, reflected by a small stream. It was drawn from the perspective of an outside viewer; the face in the stream stared at you, and so did the other 'me' within the drawing itself.
Tediously, you go, day by day, doing the things that must be done. Groggily get up, go for breakfast, go take a shower, go get a good education, in school. That's the day. It's simple, but you like it, to a point. Your story isn't there, though. Tedious and simple, that's not what you would like to think life was about.
"Hey! I haven't seen you in like, ages! How are you, Ted?" He laughed.
"I'm just great! I mean, I couldn't wait to get back to school and see you all again, you know? All my friends, I mean."
"Oh yeah. You know, I think this year's gonna be, like, one of those...transition years. A lot of things are gonna happen, you know? Like, more people might leave, the cliques might get rearranged...you know?"
"Yeah. I know. I agree."
This is the beginning of school, for me. I got ready for school, went to school, did my work, and had horrible, awkward conversations with people I knew.
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In the next class, there was this one guy... his name was Eric. Not too tall, but not too short... and very inconspicuous. Doubt anyone noticed him very much. But, I did. He had simple brown hair and hazel eyes, which is the norm, but I didn't care. I silently admired him from a distance, for his distance from everyone in the class, and probably the majority of the school. Me, I knew most of the kids in my year. They all knew me, though, somehow or another.
See, there was this one time that Eric stood up for me. Some kids were picking on me in the back of the class, and he... He was just sitting there, you know? While they were taunting me and calling me fag and shit. But, he just stood up, walked over to the lead 'bully', if that's what you'd like to call him... And punched him in the face. I was floored. The teacher didn't even see it happen. But she turned around, and of course asked what the ruckus was about. Eric had sat down, but no one liked Rob, the 'lead bully', very much. I was reluctant to tell Teach that it was Eric... because, of course I had to tell her. I was responsible... After that was the first time I talked to him. After the three of us, Rob, me, and Eric, went and got Mediation.
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“Hey.” It was simple as that, I didn't know what else to say.
“...Well, hi.” He had turned around, trying to figure out who had talked to him. I smiled, waved at him. He smiled back. I wished he would say something, but of course the simplicity of modern day communication demanded more out of me than him.
“So...you really didn't have to do that, back there.”
“What do you mean, punch Rob? Eh... I don't really like him very much, and anyways, he deserved it.”
“Well, still...! You didn't... Never mind. Sucks that you got Internal...” I didn't know what else to say. He looked to the side as a car approached the sidewalk.
“Haha... I won't have to deal with Rob, then.”
“Then, that much more horrible once you get back.”
“I never thought of that, but I don't think so. I think he'll forget. Besides, I'm a nobody; who has a quarrel with a nobody?” I stared at him. Had he really just said that? I didn't think he was a nobody... Just, nobody noticed him.
“You're not a nobody.”
“How so?”
“You're just not. A nobody is a person that nobody hangs out with. No one talks with them, or even notices them, because they're not worth the time. But I'm talking to you, aren't I?” He grinned.
“I like that! I like how you think. It's original.” I blushed a little. He had complimented me. “But hey, I gotta go. That's my mom over there, in that Sedan. She's not going to be happy with my suspension. See you around, yeah?"
"Yeah..." I waved goodbye, and he left. After that, the long walk home......
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I wrote this for a project of mine. Tell me what you think :/ Critique me!!!
A light breeze seemed to play about with the flowers around me. The grass shook, the leaves waved, and above all, the trees groaned, stirred from their fast holdings.
A storm was on the horizon.
At first it did not look too menacing. I gathered up my belongings and started off back to my own home at a brisk pace. This spot always served me well in times of hardship and homeward troubles, but, it seemed, not anymore.
A storm was on the horizon.
Suddenly, I remembered, for an instance, why I had came here:... hair, as every one of you has. Hair, and the sweet smell of Tobacco. Freshly opened, crisp. He had smoked... I told him not to. You lean in to catch a nose-full...- and he does something surprising.
You're kissing him, lightly, surprised but pleased. It's nice. You feel awkward, so you move in closer... you reach for him... What? What was that? No. No!
So you kick in in the balls and run. That's how it is. He's not chasing or following or anything, but the escape is important.
That's how life gets fucked up. By the man you love.
A storm is on the horizon.
'...[10 o'clock Tele] Breaking news, reporting live; this just in, a boy raised for two whole years by escaped mountain gorillas... Find out about a similar event thirteen years past...'
Sounds sorta familiar, doesn't it?
"Honey! Did you just get home? Could you take out the trash for me?" A short, stout woman, who was by far the opposite of a mirror image, walked out onto the porch and called to me.
"Well, yeah, ma, but-"
"But nothing! I slaved my butt off making dinner for you every night, so it would be nice if you took out the trash for once." She closed the porch swing door and walked back. I walked to the side of the house and got the bags, putting it by the front of the house with the other garbage, to be picked up tomorrow on trash day.
The house was stuffy, as always. It hit me as I walked in, a low, dull heat, burning incense in the corner of the living room. My mom restocked it often. Today was Orange Raspberry.
"There you are." I turned around. My mom was still in the kitchen. "Make the table, will you?"
'...The boy was found naked, wandering onto State Road Eleven. When asked where he was from, the boy simply pointed to the woods, Policeman Jerry Herman said...', '...Word is, says Frank Brown, the man who found the boy, that boy was abandoned as a babe, but he looks just like my son, you know....'
"Honey, where were you? I don't like it when you disappear like that, you know." Great. Just like my mom to corner me while I'm eating and hound me.
"I was just in the woods, ma." She gasped.
"You could have been struck by lightning! Or worse, you could have been kidnapped, or ran into a band of thugs, or...Oh!"
"Ma, you're over exaggerating. I go into the woods all the time..."
"Of course! I'm your mother. Now, I really don't approve of you heading out into the woods after that poor boy was found by the side of the road! Find somewhere else, just for me...please?" I rolled my eyes. My mother was always nagging on me.
"Mom, I'm not going to change my spot. I've been going there for years."
"Yeah, after we picked you up from those filthy hippies!"
"They're not filthy!"
That was the last straw. I got up from the kitchen table, and walked up the stairs to my room.
“Honey?” I didn't want to talk to her. I opened the door, shut it, and lay my head down on it to rest...
“...Another argument with Mom?” I jumped, startled; no one went into my room.
“What is it, Dick?” He scowled. His real name was Richard, but I liked to annoy him; he hated that nickname.
“You know, I don't like it when you call me that,” He got off my bed, and walked over to me. “But, you can call me Rick.” He was breathing into my ear now.
“Fuck you, Dick.”
“If you want to, I'm just a hallway down...”
“No, you creep me out!” I pushed him off of me, and he jeered.
“Alright, gypsy boy,” That made me wanna punch him; I hate it when he calls me that. “I'll just back off. Obviously, you need some time to cool your hot head.”
Once he had gone away, I took out my sketchbook from my bag, which I had brought with me to my secret spot. Most of the drawings were of plants, trees, and small woody animals... But my favorite, by far, was a drawing of myself, reflected by a small stream. It was drawn from the perspective of an outside viewer; the face in the stream stared at you, and so did the other 'me' within the drawing itself.
Tediously, you go, day by day, doing the things that must be done. Groggily get up, go for breakfast, go take a shower, go get a good education, in school. That's the day. It's simple, but you like it, to a point. Your story isn't there, though. Tedious and simple, that's not what you would like to think life was about.
"Hey! I haven't seen you in like, ages! How are you, Ted?" He laughed.
"I'm just great! I mean, I couldn't wait to get back to school and see you all again, you know? All my friends, I mean."
"Oh yeah. You know, I think this year's gonna be, like, one of those...transition years. A lot of things are gonna happen, you know? Like, more people might leave, the cliques might get rearranged...you know?"
"Yeah. I know. I agree."
This is the beginning of school, for me. I got ready for school, went to school, did my work, and had horrible, awkward conversations with people I knew.
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In the next class, there was this one guy... his name was Eric. Not too tall, but not too short... and very inconspicuous. Doubt anyone noticed him very much. But, I did. He had simple brown hair and hazel eyes, which is the norm, but I didn't care. I silently admired him from a distance, for his distance from everyone in the class, and probably the majority of the school. Me, I knew most of the kids in my year. They all knew me, though, somehow or another.
See, there was this one time that Eric stood up for me. Some kids were picking on me in the back of the class, and he... He was just sitting there, you know? While they were taunting me and calling me fag and shit. But, he just stood up, walked over to the lead 'bully', if that's what you'd like to call him... And punched him in the face. I was floored. The teacher didn't even see it happen. But she turned around, and of course asked what the ruckus was about. Eric had sat down, but no one liked Rob, the 'lead bully', very much. I was reluctant to tell Teach that it was Eric... because, of course I had to tell her. I was responsible... After that was the first time I talked to him. After the three of us, Rob, me, and Eric, went and got Mediation.
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“Hey.” It was simple as that, I didn't know what else to say.
“...Well, hi.” He had turned around, trying to figure out who had talked to him. I smiled, waved at him. He smiled back. I wished he would say something, but of course the simplicity of modern day communication demanded more out of me than him.
“So...you really didn't have to do that, back there.”
“What do you mean, punch Rob? Eh... I don't really like him very much, and anyways, he deserved it.”
“Well, still...! You didn't... Never mind. Sucks that you got Internal...” I didn't know what else to say. He looked to the side as a car approached the sidewalk.
“Haha... I won't have to deal with Rob, then.”
“Then, that much more horrible once you get back.”
“I never thought of that, but I don't think so. I think he'll forget. Besides, I'm a nobody; who has a quarrel with a nobody?” I stared at him. Had he really just said that? I didn't think he was a nobody... Just, nobody noticed him.
“You're not a nobody.”
“How so?”
“You're just not. A nobody is a person that nobody hangs out with. No one talks with them, or even notices them, because they're not worth the time. But I'm talking to you, aren't I?” He grinned.
“I like that! I like how you think. It's original.” I blushed a little. He had complimented me. “But hey, I gotta go. That's my mom over there, in that Sedan. She's not going to be happy with my suspension. See you around, yeah?"
"Yeah..." I waved goodbye, and he left. After that, the long walk home......
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