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YAY!! Still going going strong dude, keep it up, I have to ask though...do those two hook up? It's a good story man, keep those updates coming, there one of the few things I actually look forward too.
Queens Of The Stone Age-Someone's In The Wolf
Once you're lost in twillights's blue
You don't find your way, the way finds you...
Tempt the fates, beware the smile
It hides all the teeth, my dear,
What's behind them...
So glad you could stay
Forever
He steps between the trees, a crooked man
There's blood on the blade
Don't take his hand
You warm by the firelight, in twilight's blue
Shadows creep & dance the walls
He's creeping too..
So glad you could stay
Forever
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Rusty wrote:YAY!! Still going going strong dude, keep it up, I have to ask though...do those two hook up? It's a good story man, keep those updates coming, there one of the few things I actually look forward too.
thanks bro!
as far as the hook up, yeah, they do; but things don't go too well. The relationship is born more out of convenience, boredom, and loneliness than actual love; so the two of them don't workout in the near-future, but, by the end of the stroy, it does (well, I'm planning for it to, anyways) forge an eventual, long-lasting friendship between the two of them.
"When looking up there, I just felt whole, like I belonged. Like one day I too would shine my most brilliant. Sitting there also made me think about sitting through services at my little country church back home. About that never-changing congregation of the same sixty-seven people and everyone has known you since before you were born. Now, out here in the real world, everything just seemed more vivid than when I used to sit in that little pew. That pew that was now so, so far away from where I was. I feared I had somehow left God behind there, too. I feared he was somehow just sitting there, saving my seat on the fifth pew from the front row, just waiting on me to come back. I left so quickly, I worried that he may not have noticed I was gone. And, now, I’m just too far away to find. So he’s just sitting there, patiently waiting on me to come back. I closed my eyes and prayed a moment. I hoped more than anything that he could still hear me." -an excerpt from my novella, A Sea of Fallen Leaves.
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"When looking up there, I just felt whole, like I belonged. Like one day I too would shine my most brilliant. Sitting there also made me think about sitting through services at my little country church back home. About that never-changing congregation of the same sixty-seven people and everyone has known you since before you were born. Now, out here in the real world, everything just seemed more vivid than when I used to sit in that little pew. That pew that was now so, so far away from where I was. I feared I had somehow left God behind there, too. I feared he was somehow just sitting there, saving my seat on the fifth pew from the front row, just waiting on me to come back. I left so quickly, I worried that he may not have noticed I was gone. And, now, I’m just too far away to find. So he’s just sitting there, patiently waiting on me to come back. I closed my eyes and prayed a moment. I hoped more than anything that he could still hear me." -an excerpt from my novella, A Sea of Fallen Leaves.
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It returns, my friends! I haven't had much time to work on it lately, so I buckled down tonite and put a page down. Bladaw!
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When we made it to the door, Jules reached into her small side pocket and pulled out a single key. She gently slid it into the keyhole, and twisted the knob. The door let out a hollow groan as it was forced open. “My aunt’s already asleep, so we need to be quiet. You want something to drink?” she asked. “No thanks, I’m pretty tired.” She lowered her eyes and nodded, “Of course, you must be exhausted. You can either sleep on the couch… or I don’t mind to share my bed.” I thought for a moment. “I’ll just take the couch.” I was way too tired to even contemplate what she meant, or didn’t mean, by that comment. I could dissect it tomorrow, once I’d had a bit of rest. She just nodded, and handed me a blanket she’d lifted from the small hall closet. She smiled, “Good night, Alex.” “Good night, Jules.” As she headed down the hall, our eyes connected for a moment in the thin darkness. The room seemed to be lit by nothing more than the walls. There was so much depth in her eyes; my God, she had such an old soul. With that, I laid my head on the pillow; and, within about six seconds, I was dead asleep.
After a few hours of shut eye, a sharp poke to the ribs disturbed my sleep. “Who are you?” A kind looking, but at the time kind of pissed, middle-aged woman was standing over me. I could hear her heel clicking on the hardwood floor as she tapped her foot, waiting for my reply. “Umm… I’m Alex.” Still groggy from waking up, that was the best reply I could muster at the time. After blinking into the recently turned on lamp now shining directly into my eyes, I added “I’m one of Julia’s friends.” She just kept looking at me for a long while, like she was thinking. “Well, how many pancakes can you eat; I’m about to put breakfast on?” Seemingly on cue, Jules finally came stumbling into the living room. “Aunt Wanda, this is my friend Alex. We met when I was on my way to stay with you. He, he helped me get here.” Jules threw a shining smile my way. “It was nothing,” I said sheepishly.
Breakfast was fantastic; I think I ate more that morning than I’d ever eaten in my entire life. I drank probably close to a gallon of juice, ate half a dozen pancakes, and at least half a pig’s worth of bacon. While I ate, I made small talk with Jules’ aunt, Wanda; once she got past her anger and confusion at the stranger being asleep on her couch, she actually seemed to be warming up to me. It didn’t take long for her to ask how Jules and I met; me already having mentioned that I was from Alabama, and she already knowing that Jules is originally from the northern part of Florida. I quickly took a bite when I heard the question coming. I didn’t know what to say, so I threw a ‘what the hell should I say’ look to Jules, so she quickly spoke up to get it started. “Alex and I met a year or so ago when he was on vacation in Florida. He was in town for a couple of weeks, and we became really good friends while he was there. We’ve just always kept in touch since then. Right Alex?” All I could do was nod along with the lie. “Absolutely.” Soon after that, Wanda left to go to work. She worked as a seamstress at a local place in town. Once she was out the door, I looked over to Julia and asked, “Does it not bother you that you’re lying to your aunt?” She just kind of shrugged. “It’s easier than the truth,” she said. “Just because it’s easier doesn’t mean its right,” I replied. My God I was so naïve then. Not in a bad way, but in an honest way. All Jules could do was smile at me. I looked to the old, dusty clock hanging on the wall. I had about an hour until I needed to be at work. “I’m gonna get a shower,” I said, as I pulled myself up from the table.” “There are some old clothes in my room that my uncle left behind when he split with my aunt. I’ll grab you some jeans and a shirt.” “Thanks,” I said.
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When we made it to the door, Jules reached into her small side pocket and pulled out a single key. She gently slid it into the keyhole, and twisted the knob. The door let out a hollow groan as it was forced open. “My aunt’s already asleep, so we need to be quiet. You want something to drink?” she asked. “No thanks, I’m pretty tired.” She lowered her eyes and nodded, “Of course, you must be exhausted. You can either sleep on the couch… or I don’t mind to share my bed.” I thought for a moment. “I’ll just take the couch.” I was way too tired to even contemplate what she meant, or didn’t mean, by that comment. I could dissect it tomorrow, once I’d had a bit of rest. She just nodded, and handed me a blanket she’d lifted from the small hall closet. She smiled, “Good night, Alex.” “Good night, Jules.” As she headed down the hall, our eyes connected for a moment in the thin darkness. The room seemed to be lit by nothing more than the walls. There was so much depth in her eyes; my God, she had such an old soul. With that, I laid my head on the pillow; and, within about six seconds, I was dead asleep.
After a few hours of shut eye, a sharp poke to the ribs disturbed my sleep. “Who are you?” A kind looking, but at the time kind of pissed, middle-aged woman was standing over me. I could hear her heel clicking on the hardwood floor as she tapped her foot, waiting for my reply. “Umm… I’m Alex.” Still groggy from waking up, that was the best reply I could muster at the time. After blinking into the recently turned on lamp now shining directly into my eyes, I added “I’m one of Julia’s friends.” She just kept looking at me for a long while, like she was thinking. “Well, how many pancakes can you eat; I’m about to put breakfast on?” Seemingly on cue, Jules finally came stumbling into the living room. “Aunt Wanda, this is my friend Alex. We met when I was on my way to stay with you. He, he helped me get here.” Jules threw a shining smile my way. “It was nothing,” I said sheepishly.
Breakfast was fantastic; I think I ate more that morning than I’d ever eaten in my entire life. I drank probably close to a gallon of juice, ate half a dozen pancakes, and at least half a pig’s worth of bacon. While I ate, I made small talk with Jules’ aunt, Wanda; once she got past her anger and confusion at the stranger being asleep on her couch, she actually seemed to be warming up to me. It didn’t take long for her to ask how Jules and I met; me already having mentioned that I was from Alabama, and she already knowing that Jules is originally from the northern part of Florida. I quickly took a bite when I heard the question coming. I didn’t know what to say, so I threw a ‘what the hell should I say’ look to Jules, so she quickly spoke up to get it started. “Alex and I met a year or so ago when he was on vacation in Florida. He was in town for a couple of weeks, and we became really good friends while he was there. We’ve just always kept in touch since then. Right Alex?” All I could do was nod along with the lie. “Absolutely.” Soon after that, Wanda left to go to work. She worked as a seamstress at a local place in town. Once she was out the door, I looked over to Julia and asked, “Does it not bother you that you’re lying to your aunt?” She just kind of shrugged. “It’s easier than the truth,” she said. “Just because it’s easier doesn’t mean its right,” I replied. My God I was so naïve then. Not in a bad way, but in an honest way. All Jules could do was smile at me. I looked to the old, dusty clock hanging on the wall. I had about an hour until I needed to be at work. “I’m gonna get a shower,” I said, as I pulled myself up from the table.” “There are some old clothes in my room that my uncle left behind when he split with my aunt. I’ll grab you some jeans and a shirt.” “Thanks,” I said.
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"When looking up there, I just felt whole, like I belonged. Like one day I too would shine my most brilliant. Sitting there also made me think about sitting through services at my little country church back home. About that never-changing congregation of the same sixty-seven people and everyone has known you since before you were born. Now, out here in the real world, everything just seemed more vivid than when I used to sit in that little pew. That pew that was now so, so far away from where I was. I feared I had somehow left God behind there, too. I feared he was somehow just sitting there, saving my seat on the fifth pew from the front row, just waiting on me to come back. I left so quickly, I worried that he may not have noticed I was gone. And, now, I’m just too far away to find. So he’s just sitting there, patiently waiting on me to come back. I closed my eyes and prayed a moment. I hoped more than anything that he could still hear me." -an excerpt from my novella, A Sea of Fallen Leaves.
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trentm32 wrote: You can either sleep on the couch… or I don’t mind to share my bed.” I thought for a moment. “I’ll just take the couch.” I was way too tired to even contemplate what she meant, or didn’t mean, by that comment. I could dissect it tomorrow, once I’d had a bit of rest.
That exact thing happened to me a couple nights ago.
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"When looking up there, I just felt whole, like I belonged. Like one day I too would shine my most brilliant. Sitting there also made me think about sitting through services at my little country church back home. About that never-changing congregation of the same sixty-seven people and everyone has known you since before you were born. Now, out here in the real world, everything just seemed more vivid than when I used to sit in that little pew. That pew that was now so, so far away from where I was. I feared I had somehow left God behind there, too. I feared he was somehow just sitting there, saving my seat on the fifth pew from the front row, just waiting on me to come back. I left so quickly, I worried that he may not have noticed I was gone. And, now, I’m just too far away to find. So he’s just sitting there, patiently waiting on me to come back. I closed my eyes and prayed a moment. I hoped more than anything that he could still hear me." -an excerpt from my novella, A Sea of Fallen Leaves.
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I was going to harass you today to start writing. This is a pleasent surprise.
And, are you moving in on Josh's territory? or is it Jonny's?
And, are you moving in on Josh's territory? or is it Jonny's?
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Goodbye you liar,
Well you sipped from the cup but you don't own up to anything
Then you think you will inspire
Take apart your head
(and I wish I could inspire)
Take apart your demons, then you add it to the list.
Goodbye you liar,
Well you sipped from the cup but you don't own up to anything
Then you think you will inspire
Take apart your head
(and I wish I could inspire)
Take apart your demons, then you add it to the list.
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A little bit from column A... and a little bit from column B...
"When looking up there, I just felt whole, like I belonged. Like one day I too would shine my most brilliant. Sitting there also made me think about sitting through services at my little country church back home. About that never-changing congregation of the same sixty-seven people and everyone has known you since before you were born. Now, out here in the real world, everything just seemed more vivid than when I used to sit in that little pew. That pew that was now so, so far away from where I was. I feared I had somehow left God behind there, too. I feared he was somehow just sitting there, saving my seat on the fifth pew from the front row, just waiting on me to come back. I left so quickly, I worried that he may not have noticed I was gone. And, now, I’m just too far away to find. So he’s just sitting there, patiently waiting on me to come back. I closed my eyes and prayed a moment. I hoped more than anything that he could still hear me." -an excerpt from my novella, A Sea of Fallen Leaves.
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"When looking up there, I just felt whole, like I belonged. Like one day I too would shine my most brilliant. Sitting there also made me think about sitting through services at my little country church back home. About that never-changing congregation of the same sixty-seven people and everyone has known you since before you were born. Now, out here in the real world, everything just seemed more vivid than when I used to sit in that little pew. That pew that was now so, so far away from where I was. I feared I had somehow left God behind there, too. I feared he was somehow just sitting there, saving my seat on the fifth pew from the front row, just waiting on me to come back. I left so quickly, I worried that he may not have noticed I was gone. And, now, I’m just too far away to find. So he’s just sitting there, patiently waiting on me to come back. I closed my eyes and prayed a moment. I hoped more than anything that he could still hear me." -an excerpt from my novella, A Sea of Fallen Leaves.
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The spray felt so soothing coming out of that rusted old showerhead. The water pressure was barely there, but it still felt great. I hadn’t taken a bath in a few days; I’d almost forgotten what it felt like to be clean. The clothes Julia got me fit well; a little tight, but they fit. “If you want, when you get off work we can go to the thrift store across town to pick you up some more clothes. I can use my aunt’s car to get us there.” I thought for a moment, and then slowly nodded. “Thanks Jules, I appreciate it.” “No problem,” she said. Cleanly showered, and dressed in some worn work clothes, I strode out the door, taking a lone look back to see Jules watching me leave.
I walked at a brisk pace through the thin, autumn air. I got to work right on time, and reported to Michael, the foreman’s, trailer for my day’s assignment. “Well kid, what I need more than anything is for you to move those cinderblocks,” he said this as he pointed out the dirty trailer window, towards a literal mountain of blocks, “over there,” as he waved his hand to a place a few hundred yards away. He tossed me an old pair of gloves as he stood up to open the door for me to leave.
I spent the next eight hours, excepting a thirty minute lunch break to eat a lunch I forgot to pack, moving moderately heavy scrap around a thick, red-muddy jobsite. Not exactly an ideal way to spend the day, but having a way to make money was the most important thing at the time, so I was happy as a clam to be doing anything. We closed down at about four in the afternoon, and Michael saw me start walking toward Wanda’s house, and he offered me a lift there. An embarrassed “Thanks,” was all I could offer. I hate it when people pity me; even when they don’t actually mean to.
I made it to Wanda’s apartment building at about ten after four, and the thrift store was open until eight, so I decided to go in and take a bath. The door was unlocked, and as I entered I could hear Jules through her closed bedroom door listening to music. I just walked on by, and headed toward the bathroom. When I walked in, out of the corner of my eye I caught a look at myself in the mirror. I turned to take a better look. I looked… different. I had dirt on my clothes, and cold sweat had dried to my forehead. I’d never really looked like that before. My back ached from working, but I felt happy. I felt like I had accomplished something; it’s a feeling I had never really felt, before that moment. I finally cracked a smile, and started running the water for a quick shower. Once I was in, I heard Jules yell to me through the door, “Alex?” “Yeah, it’s me.” “I washed the clothes you had on yesterday,” she said. “I’ll set them at the door, okay?” “Yeah, thanks Jules,” I replied back, almost screaming over the water, and for my tired voice to make it through the closed door.
Once I was out and dressed, Jules was already ready to go. I led the way, and she locked the door up behind us. “Where’s your aunt?” I asked. “She has bingo tonight; I dropped her off an hour ago, I’m gonna pick her up on our way back.” I just nodded. “So…” she said. I knew it was coming, I knew all we’d need was a few minutes alone, and an awkward silence would creep between us. I appreciated her hospitality, don’t get me wrong, but I was still begrudging about being stole from. We just drove along in silence for a few miles. “So, when do you go into work?” I asked, referring to her bartending job at Jerry’s Place. Saying anything I could think of to break the silence. “Ohh,” she sheepishly replied; “I just work a few nights a week. My aunt knows Jerry, so I’m just going to fill in occasionally to make a few extra bucks.”
“Do you like it?” I ask. She turned, and looked me in the eyes for a moment. “I, I don’t know. I’d never really thought about if I liked it, I just… did it.” I didn’t really understand her, but I nodded along all the same. “What about you?” she finally chimed. “How’s that shiny new construction job of yours?” “Pretty dingy, actually,” I shot back. She laughed. “But seriously, I kind of like it. It’s… fulfilling.” She just paused a moment. “Well, maybe you’ll be happy,” she replied. From anyone else, that would have seemed like a sarcastic comment; but coming from Jules, it somehow dripped of sincerity. “Maybe,” I slowly added. After that, we just rode a while in a comfortable silence. Once a few minutes had past with me looking out the window, a little verse of poetry crept through my mind, so I pulled out my little pocket notebook to scribble it down.
…the dusty wind sweeps across the sleeping world,
and all we can do is pray…
Once I finished writing, and started to put the notebook back into my pocket, she finally asked, “What was that.” “Ohh, nothing,” I replied. “It was just an idea.” She sat in silence for a second, thinking, trying to find a way to word what she wanted to say. “Do you write?” she finally spoke. “Well… yeah.” “Why?” she asked. “I, I don’t know. Because I have something to say, maybe. Because it’s beautiful. I, I don’t really know. What about you, do you write?” I asked. “No, not really. I’ve never had the desire to, to be honest.” ‘That’s sad’ I wanted to say, but I didn’t. I don’t know why I didn’t, but I didn’t.
Pretty soon we were at the thrift store, so our conversation ended on that note. We had about an hour or so until they closed, so we started making our way from rusted little clothes rack to rusted little clothes rack. I grabbed a few pairs of blue jeans, and a couple of pretty plain t-shirts. I also got another coat, similar to my old corduroy one, but a bit thicker, to work in. With our little buggy half-filled, we made our way to the check-out line. Once we got there, I started to pull my wallet out, to pay with the cash advance I’d gotten that day, but Jules stopped me. “Please, let me get it,” she said. “I owe you a lot more than ten or so dollars worth of clothes.” I cracked a half-smile. “Thanks.”
With two old plastic bags in my arms, we made our way back out to Wanda’s old station wagon. Once the heater had got to running, Jules cracked her window open a little, and pulled a cigarette from her purse. “You smoke?” I exclaimed. My disdain for the habit shone through before I could mask it at all. “Yeah,” she shot back, defensively. “Does that bother you?” she asked. “No… I guess not. I’ve just never been too fond of it.” “Do you want me to put it out?” she halfheartedly asked. “No, no; it’s cool, don’t worry about it.” I replied. I just never thought of Jules as the type of person who would smoke. I mean, in high school I’d had friends that smoked, but they just did it to be cool; sociable. I could tell by the sigh of relief once it touched her lips that Jules did it because she liked it. Because she thought she needed it. It was nothing more than a crutch, and it shocked me that this person I had thought was so strong needed such a stupid crutch. Blame it on my Christian upbringing, I suppose.
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The spray felt so soothing coming out of that rusted old showerhead. The water pressure was barely there, but it still felt great. I hadn’t taken a bath in a few days; I’d almost forgotten what it felt like to be clean. The clothes Julia got me fit well; a little tight, but they fit. “If you want, when you get off work we can go to the thrift store across town to pick you up some more clothes. I can use my aunt’s car to get us there.” I thought for a moment, and then slowly nodded. “Thanks Jules, I appreciate it.” “No problem,” she said. Cleanly showered, and dressed in some worn work clothes, I strode out the door, taking a lone look back to see Jules watching me leave.
I walked at a brisk pace through the thin, autumn air. I got to work right on time, and reported to Michael, the foreman’s, trailer for my day’s assignment. “Well kid, what I need more than anything is for you to move those cinderblocks,” he said this as he pointed out the dirty trailer window, towards a literal mountain of blocks, “over there,” as he waved his hand to a place a few hundred yards away. He tossed me an old pair of gloves as he stood up to open the door for me to leave.
I spent the next eight hours, excepting a thirty minute lunch break to eat a lunch I forgot to pack, moving moderately heavy scrap around a thick, red-muddy jobsite. Not exactly an ideal way to spend the day, but having a way to make money was the most important thing at the time, so I was happy as a clam to be doing anything. We closed down at about four in the afternoon, and Michael saw me start walking toward Wanda’s house, and he offered me a lift there. An embarrassed “Thanks,” was all I could offer. I hate it when people pity me; even when they don’t actually mean to.
I made it to Wanda’s apartment building at about ten after four, and the thrift store was open until eight, so I decided to go in and take a bath. The door was unlocked, and as I entered I could hear Jules through her closed bedroom door listening to music. I just walked on by, and headed toward the bathroom. When I walked in, out of the corner of my eye I caught a look at myself in the mirror. I turned to take a better look. I looked… different. I had dirt on my clothes, and cold sweat had dried to my forehead. I’d never really looked like that before. My back ached from working, but I felt happy. I felt like I had accomplished something; it’s a feeling I had never really felt, before that moment. I finally cracked a smile, and started running the water for a quick shower. Once I was in, I heard Jules yell to me through the door, “Alex?” “Yeah, it’s me.” “I washed the clothes you had on yesterday,” she said. “I’ll set them at the door, okay?” “Yeah, thanks Jules,” I replied back, almost screaming over the water, and for my tired voice to make it through the closed door.
Once I was out and dressed, Jules was already ready to go. I led the way, and she locked the door up behind us. “Where’s your aunt?” I asked. “She has bingo tonight; I dropped her off an hour ago, I’m gonna pick her up on our way back.” I just nodded. “So…” she said. I knew it was coming, I knew all we’d need was a few minutes alone, and an awkward silence would creep between us. I appreciated her hospitality, don’t get me wrong, but I was still begrudging about being stole from. We just drove along in silence for a few miles. “So, when do you go into work?” I asked, referring to her bartending job at Jerry’s Place. Saying anything I could think of to break the silence. “Ohh,” she sheepishly replied; “I just work a few nights a week. My aunt knows Jerry, so I’m just going to fill in occasionally to make a few extra bucks.”
“Do you like it?” I ask. She turned, and looked me in the eyes for a moment. “I, I don’t know. I’d never really thought about if I liked it, I just… did it.” I didn’t really understand her, but I nodded along all the same. “What about you?” she finally chimed. “How’s that shiny new construction job of yours?” “Pretty dingy, actually,” I shot back. She laughed. “But seriously, I kind of like it. It’s… fulfilling.” She just paused a moment. “Well, maybe you’ll be happy,” she replied. From anyone else, that would have seemed like a sarcastic comment; but coming from Jules, it somehow dripped of sincerity. “Maybe,” I slowly added. After that, we just rode a while in a comfortable silence. Once a few minutes had past with me looking out the window, a little verse of poetry crept through my mind, so I pulled out my little pocket notebook to scribble it down.
…the dusty wind sweeps across the sleeping world,
and all we can do is pray…
Once I finished writing, and started to put the notebook back into my pocket, she finally asked, “What was that.” “Ohh, nothing,” I replied. “It was just an idea.” She sat in silence for a second, thinking, trying to find a way to word what she wanted to say. “Do you write?” she finally spoke. “Well… yeah.” “Why?” she asked. “I, I don’t know. Because I have something to say, maybe. Because it’s beautiful. I, I don’t really know. What about you, do you write?” I asked. “No, not really. I’ve never had the desire to, to be honest.” ‘That’s sad’ I wanted to say, but I didn’t. I don’t know why I didn’t, but I didn’t.
Pretty soon we were at the thrift store, so our conversation ended on that note. We had about an hour or so until they closed, so we started making our way from rusted little clothes rack to rusted little clothes rack. I grabbed a few pairs of blue jeans, and a couple of pretty plain t-shirts. I also got another coat, similar to my old corduroy one, but a bit thicker, to work in. With our little buggy half-filled, we made our way to the check-out line. Once we got there, I started to pull my wallet out, to pay with the cash advance I’d gotten that day, but Jules stopped me. “Please, let me get it,” she said. “I owe you a lot more than ten or so dollars worth of clothes.” I cracked a half-smile. “Thanks.”
With two old plastic bags in my arms, we made our way back out to Wanda’s old station wagon. Once the heater had got to running, Jules cracked her window open a little, and pulled a cigarette from her purse. “You smoke?” I exclaimed. My disdain for the habit shone through before I could mask it at all. “Yeah,” she shot back, defensively. “Does that bother you?” she asked. “No… I guess not. I’ve just never been too fond of it.” “Do you want me to put it out?” she halfheartedly asked. “No, no; it’s cool, don’t worry about it.” I replied. I just never thought of Jules as the type of person who would smoke. I mean, in high school I’d had friends that smoked, but they just did it to be cool; sociable. I could tell by the sigh of relief once it touched her lips that Jules did it because she liked it. Because she thought she needed it. It was nothing more than a crutch, and it shocked me that this person I had thought was so strong needed such a stupid crutch. Blame it on my Christian upbringing, I suppose.
"When looking up there, I just felt whole, like I belonged. Like one day I too would shine my most brilliant. Sitting there also made me think about sitting through services at my little country church back home. About that never-changing congregation of the same sixty-seven people and everyone has known you since before you were born. Now, out here in the real world, everything just seemed more vivid than when I used to sit in that little pew. That pew that was now so, so far away from where I was. I feared I had somehow left God behind there, too. I feared he was somehow just sitting there, saving my seat on the fifth pew from the front row, just waiting on me to come back. I left so quickly, I worried that he may not have noticed I was gone. And, now, I’m just too far away to find. So he’s just sitting there, patiently waiting on me to come back. I closed my eyes and prayed a moment. I hoped more than anything that he could still hear me." -an excerpt from my novella, A Sea of Fallen Leaves.
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Whoa-- been a while since I added anything here. I don't have internet at my new house, but I've written about a page since then. I'll try to get back into it; I've just been crazy busy lately.
"When looking up there, I just felt whole, like I belonged. Like one day I too would shine my most brilliant. Sitting there also made me think about sitting through services at my little country church back home. About that never-changing congregation of the same sixty-seven people and everyone has known you since before you were born. Now, out here in the real world, everything just seemed more vivid than when I used to sit in that little pew. That pew that was now so, so far away from where I was. I feared I had somehow left God behind there, too. I feared he was somehow just sitting there, saving my seat on the fifth pew from the front row, just waiting on me to come back. I left so quickly, I worried that he may not have noticed I was gone. And, now, I’m just too far away to find. So he’s just sitting there, patiently waiting on me to come back. I closed my eyes and prayed a moment. I hoped more than anything that he could still hear me." -an excerpt from my novella, A Sea of Fallen Leaves.
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"When looking up there, I just felt whole, like I belonged. Like one day I too would shine my most brilliant. Sitting there also made me think about sitting through services at my little country church back home. About that never-changing congregation of the same sixty-seven people and everyone has known you since before you were born. Now, out here in the real world, everything just seemed more vivid than when I used to sit in that little pew. That pew that was now so, so far away from where I was. I feared I had somehow left God behind there, too. I feared he was somehow just sitting there, saving my seat on the fifth pew from the front row, just waiting on me to come back. I left so quickly, I worried that he may not have noticed I was gone. And, now, I’m just too far away to find. So he’s just sitting there, patiently waiting on me to come back. I closed my eyes and prayed a moment. I hoped more than anything that he could still hear me." -an excerpt from my novella, A Sea of Fallen Leaves.
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The entire drive back, I just kept my head leaned against the cold glass window, my eyes arched toward the twinkling stars. They used to be so bright. Back then the stars had such a shine to them. I hadn’t written Cassie in a few days, so I pulled out my little pocket notebook to put a makeshift letter together. I turned on the little light on my keychain to write by. After I’d gotten started, Jules asked, “What are you writing now?” I didn’t answer for a second; I was still trying to get my thoughts together. After another moment or two, I distractedly answered “A letter.” “To who?” “An old friend of mine,” was all I answered. I didn’t want to get into a little over a decade of history, so I just left it at that.
“Cass—
I’m still in the place I told you about; I love it here, it’s beautiful. I’m staying with a “friend” I made on the way here, so I at least have a roof over my head. I found a job (I’m working construction. Go ahead and laugh; I know you’re going to). I just wanted to let you know I’m doing alright out here; and I miss you more than you’ll ever know. With love…
-Alex”
My letter spread over two little pages; so I folded them to where she could follow the order and slipped them into my pocket. I’d put it in an envelope when I got back to Wanda’s. After a few more miles we got to Wanda’s bingo game, to pick her up. Once we made it to the parking lot, Jules just killed the engine, and sat there in silence. It was as if she were trying to find the words to say something, but couldn’t quite put her mind around it.
“Could you love me?” she finally uttered, a nervous quiver nearly drowning the words as they slipped through her lips. Like most important moments in my life, I didn’t have the slightest clue as to what I should say. “I don’t know… Maybe,” I finally replied. “I barely know you; can you fall in love with someone you don’t even know?” I asked. “Do you not believe in love at first sight?” she shot back; a slight tone of defense creeping into her voice, replacing the nervousness. “I don’t know. I don’t think I’ve ever been in love, so I’m probably not the best person to debate the existence of ‘love at first sight’ with you.” “I think that makes you the most qualified,” she whispered back, as she leaned in to kiss me. Caught in the moment, I leaned in and met her lips, and we quietly kissed for a few sweet moments, until Jules finally pulled away, noticing her aunt approaching the car. I climbed into the back seat, as the three of us rode back to the apartment in silence.
In the time it took us to return to the apartment, I had some time to turn it all over in my head. Do you even know when you’re in love? Or is it one of those things that just happens? Could I be in love, and not know it? Am I completely insane? I didn’t know. All I knew for sure is that I was attracted to her, and she was obviously into me, so I would figure the rest out as it came. Once we got back in the house, Wanda went to bed pretty soon, and Jules and I both nervously sat down on the couch. I couldn’t look her in the eyes, I wasn’t sure what to say. I wasn’t sure what to think.
“Should we talk?” I finally asked. “Just hold me.” She whispered back, as she leaned toward me. We just lay there on the couch all night, her in my arms, her head resting gently on my chest. We never spoke a word. I felt… peaceful. It felt good just to hold someone. Even if it wasn’t love, it was easy. As shallow as it sounds, it made me feel better about myself that she wanted to be with me. That she wanted to be in my arms. That this beautiful girl wanted my company.
I woke up at about five-thirty the next morning. I could barely see the clock on the microwave glowing across the living room, in the kitchen. I just lay there until seven, and finally tried to slide myself off of the couch to go to work. As I remembered from the bus ride when we first met, she was a pretty hard sleeper. I made it out without her even noticing I was gone. A part of me wanted her to wake up. To ask me to stay. But she never budged. I made my trek across town to the job site, and spent the day laying bricks and moving lumber. At the end of the day, Michael met me at the fence out. “You’re a hard worker, son. I think you’re doing a good job here.” We shook hands, and exchanged manly head nods.
I made the long walk back to Wanda’s in thought. What would I find when I got there? I didn’t have much time to think about it. Once I made it to her door, I found nothing but a note stuck in the door. It was from Jules. She had left the door unlocked so I could get in, so I went in and sat on the couch to read. “Alex, I’ve gone for a walk, I’ll see you when I get back. –Jules.” Well, it’s definitely better than the last note I got from her. I headed for the shower to scrub the level of dinge I’d developed over the day off of me. Once I was out, I slipped on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. I stretched out on the couch, and decided to fall asleep and watch TV until she got back. I was about to lose coherence and give in to exhaustion when I heard the squeak of the heavy front door opening, and saw Jules out of the corner of my eye come slinking in. “Hey,” I shyly said, as I scooted over on the couch, making room for her to sit beside me. “I’ve been thinking…” she meekly said, an air of determination in her voice. “…and I think I love you.” I didn’t know what to say. “Love?... But you barely even know me.” “I’ve never known someone like you. You’re… deep. You write, you ramble about philosophy; you’re sweet. I want a guy like you… I… want you.” I just lowered my head, thinking. I couldn’t look her in the eyes; I didn’t know what to say. Why couldn’t I just go with this? She seems like a great girl, and something was holding me back. When I started to open my mouth to say something, I lifted my eyes to meet hers. The tenderness, the suspense in her eyes was more than I could break. “I… I love you, too.” The words just came out. She pulled me towards her, and we just sat there for the longest time. Just holding each other.
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The entire drive back, I just kept my head leaned against the cold glass window, my eyes arched toward the twinkling stars. They used to be so bright. Back then the stars had such a shine to them. I hadn’t written Cassie in a few days, so I pulled out my little pocket notebook to put a makeshift letter together. I turned on the little light on my keychain to write by. After I’d gotten started, Jules asked, “What are you writing now?” I didn’t answer for a second; I was still trying to get my thoughts together. After another moment or two, I distractedly answered “A letter.” “To who?” “An old friend of mine,” was all I answered. I didn’t want to get into a little over a decade of history, so I just left it at that.
“Cass—
I’m still in the place I told you about; I love it here, it’s beautiful. I’m staying with a “friend” I made on the way here, so I at least have a roof over my head. I found a job (I’m working construction. Go ahead and laugh; I know you’re going to). I just wanted to let you know I’m doing alright out here; and I miss you more than you’ll ever know. With love…
-Alex”
My letter spread over two little pages; so I folded them to where she could follow the order and slipped them into my pocket. I’d put it in an envelope when I got back to Wanda’s. After a few more miles we got to Wanda’s bingo game, to pick her up. Once we made it to the parking lot, Jules just killed the engine, and sat there in silence. It was as if she were trying to find the words to say something, but couldn’t quite put her mind around it.
“Could you love me?” she finally uttered, a nervous quiver nearly drowning the words as they slipped through her lips. Like most important moments in my life, I didn’t have the slightest clue as to what I should say. “I don’t know… Maybe,” I finally replied. “I barely know you; can you fall in love with someone you don’t even know?” I asked. “Do you not believe in love at first sight?” she shot back; a slight tone of defense creeping into her voice, replacing the nervousness. “I don’t know. I don’t think I’ve ever been in love, so I’m probably not the best person to debate the existence of ‘love at first sight’ with you.” “I think that makes you the most qualified,” she whispered back, as she leaned in to kiss me. Caught in the moment, I leaned in and met her lips, and we quietly kissed for a few sweet moments, until Jules finally pulled away, noticing her aunt approaching the car. I climbed into the back seat, as the three of us rode back to the apartment in silence.
In the time it took us to return to the apartment, I had some time to turn it all over in my head. Do you even know when you’re in love? Or is it one of those things that just happens? Could I be in love, and not know it? Am I completely insane? I didn’t know. All I knew for sure is that I was attracted to her, and she was obviously into me, so I would figure the rest out as it came. Once we got back in the house, Wanda went to bed pretty soon, and Jules and I both nervously sat down on the couch. I couldn’t look her in the eyes, I wasn’t sure what to say. I wasn’t sure what to think.
“Should we talk?” I finally asked. “Just hold me.” She whispered back, as she leaned toward me. We just lay there on the couch all night, her in my arms, her head resting gently on my chest. We never spoke a word. I felt… peaceful. It felt good just to hold someone. Even if it wasn’t love, it was easy. As shallow as it sounds, it made me feel better about myself that she wanted to be with me. That she wanted to be in my arms. That this beautiful girl wanted my company.
I woke up at about five-thirty the next morning. I could barely see the clock on the microwave glowing across the living room, in the kitchen. I just lay there until seven, and finally tried to slide myself off of the couch to go to work. As I remembered from the bus ride when we first met, she was a pretty hard sleeper. I made it out without her even noticing I was gone. A part of me wanted her to wake up. To ask me to stay. But she never budged. I made my trek across town to the job site, and spent the day laying bricks and moving lumber. At the end of the day, Michael met me at the fence out. “You’re a hard worker, son. I think you’re doing a good job here.” We shook hands, and exchanged manly head nods.
I made the long walk back to Wanda’s in thought. What would I find when I got there? I didn’t have much time to think about it. Once I made it to her door, I found nothing but a note stuck in the door. It was from Jules. She had left the door unlocked so I could get in, so I went in and sat on the couch to read. “Alex, I’ve gone for a walk, I’ll see you when I get back. –Jules.” Well, it’s definitely better than the last note I got from her. I headed for the shower to scrub the level of dinge I’d developed over the day off of me. Once I was out, I slipped on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. I stretched out on the couch, and decided to fall asleep and watch TV until she got back. I was about to lose coherence and give in to exhaustion when I heard the squeak of the heavy front door opening, and saw Jules out of the corner of my eye come slinking in. “Hey,” I shyly said, as I scooted over on the couch, making room for her to sit beside me. “I’ve been thinking…” she meekly said, an air of determination in her voice. “…and I think I love you.” I didn’t know what to say. “Love?... But you barely even know me.” “I’ve never known someone like you. You’re… deep. You write, you ramble about philosophy; you’re sweet. I want a guy like you… I… want you.” I just lowered my head, thinking. I couldn’t look her in the eyes; I didn’t know what to say. Why couldn’t I just go with this? She seems like a great girl, and something was holding me back. When I started to open my mouth to say something, I lifted my eyes to meet hers. The tenderness, the suspense in her eyes was more than I could break. “I… I love you, too.” The words just came out. She pulled me towards her, and we just sat there for the longest time. Just holding each other.
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"When looking up there, I just felt whole, like I belonged. Like one day I too would shine my most brilliant. Sitting there also made me think about sitting through services at my little country church back home. About that never-changing congregation of the same sixty-seven people and everyone has known you since before you were born. Now, out here in the real world, everything just seemed more vivid than when I used to sit in that little pew. That pew that was now so, so far away from where I was. I feared I had somehow left God behind there, too. I feared he was somehow just sitting there, saving my seat on the fifth pew from the front row, just waiting on me to come back. I left so quickly, I worried that he may not have noticed I was gone. And, now, I’m just too far away to find. So he’s just sitting there, patiently waiting on me to come back. I closed my eyes and prayed a moment. I hoped more than anything that he could still hear me." -an excerpt from my novella, A Sea of Fallen Leaves.
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Wow man. Thats some awesome writing keep it up. Each piece draws me into the story more and more.
Queens Of The Stone Age-Someone's In The Wolf
Once you're lost in twillights's blue
You don't find your way, the way finds you...
Tempt the fates, beware the smile
It hides all the teeth, my dear,
What's behind them...
So glad you could stay
Forever
He steps between the trees, a crooked man
There's blood on the blade
Don't take his hand
You warm by the firelight, in twilight's blue
Shadows creep & dance the walls
He's creeping too..
So glad you could stay
Forever
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Slammed a little more over the last hour or so...
...FALLEN LEAVES... >>>Next Chunk>>>
…Your world can fall apart—
And you’ll never know the answer…
The entire next day at work, I had no idea what I was even doing. All I could think about was Julia. Do I love her? Does she even love me? What does it even mean, being in love? What are we supposed to do? By the time I got off of work, all I knew was that I wasn’t ready to see her. I clocked out and walked toward the center of town, where I had seen a city park, earlier. On the walk there I got Angie Aparo’s “Wonderland” stuck in my head. I could hear the plunking violin tearing my thoughts apart. Once I made it to the park, I sat down by the small fountain at its center, my head in my hands as I tried to think.
My entire life I had taken everything so serious. Looked at everything so logically. There must be a reason that I stayed here, that I stayed in this town. Was I destined to run into Jules here? Was I, somehow, destined to fall in love here? Do I even believe in destiny? I don’t know. I just sat there for a long while, until finally the thought ‘What the Hell’ shot through my mind. “What the Hell,” (I whispered it under my breath); I might as well go for it. Who knows, maybe it is love. I sat there for a few more moments, waiting to see if something happened, waiting to see if I was going to talk myself out of it. After a few moments all I heard was my own chest, my breath heaving in and out through the thin chill in the air. I looked up to see Julia slowly walking toward me, a glowing smile spread across her face.
“You didn’t come home… I started to get worried.” She happily said, seemingly content in finding me. “Yeah, sorry, I just went for a walk.” “I cooked dinner… you hungry?” I finally cracked a smile. “Starving.” I hopped up, put my arm around her, and started walking back toward Wanda’s, making small talk about the weather and such. Over dinner, Jules started talking about moving out; and the two of us getting an apartment. I almost choked on my beef stew. The thought had crossed my mind, I mean; I couldn’t live with Wanda forever. But I hadn’t thought it would come up so soon. She pulled out a copy of the local classifieds, and showed me a few places she had circled earlier.
Upon seeing the unhide ably wide-eyed expression on my face, Jules finally said, “Don’t think I’m crazy, I just know that my aunt doesn’t really want us around; and if it’s love, it’ll work.” She was looking doe eyed, right into my hazel eyes. Almost staring through me. Staring into my soul. I could truly feel the sincerity in what she was saying—she really meant it. I smiled, nodded, and whispered “What the Hell, let’s do it.”
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...FALLEN LEAVES... >>>Next Chunk>>>
…Your world can fall apart—
And you’ll never know the answer…
The entire next day at work, I had no idea what I was even doing. All I could think about was Julia. Do I love her? Does she even love me? What does it even mean, being in love? What are we supposed to do? By the time I got off of work, all I knew was that I wasn’t ready to see her. I clocked out and walked toward the center of town, where I had seen a city park, earlier. On the walk there I got Angie Aparo’s “Wonderland” stuck in my head. I could hear the plunking violin tearing my thoughts apart. Once I made it to the park, I sat down by the small fountain at its center, my head in my hands as I tried to think.
My entire life I had taken everything so serious. Looked at everything so logically. There must be a reason that I stayed here, that I stayed in this town. Was I destined to run into Jules here? Was I, somehow, destined to fall in love here? Do I even believe in destiny? I don’t know. I just sat there for a long while, until finally the thought ‘What the Hell’ shot through my mind. “What the Hell,” (I whispered it under my breath); I might as well go for it. Who knows, maybe it is love. I sat there for a few more moments, waiting to see if something happened, waiting to see if I was going to talk myself out of it. After a few moments all I heard was my own chest, my breath heaving in and out through the thin chill in the air. I looked up to see Julia slowly walking toward me, a glowing smile spread across her face.
“You didn’t come home… I started to get worried.” She happily said, seemingly content in finding me. “Yeah, sorry, I just went for a walk.” “I cooked dinner… you hungry?” I finally cracked a smile. “Starving.” I hopped up, put my arm around her, and started walking back toward Wanda’s, making small talk about the weather and such. Over dinner, Jules started talking about moving out; and the two of us getting an apartment. I almost choked on my beef stew. The thought had crossed my mind, I mean; I couldn’t live with Wanda forever. But I hadn’t thought it would come up so soon. She pulled out a copy of the local classifieds, and showed me a few places she had circled earlier.
Upon seeing the unhide ably wide-eyed expression on my face, Jules finally said, “Don’t think I’m crazy, I just know that my aunt doesn’t really want us around; and if it’s love, it’ll work.” She was looking doe eyed, right into my hazel eyes. Almost staring through me. Staring into my soul. I could truly feel the sincerity in what she was saying—she really meant it. I smiled, nodded, and whispered “What the Hell, let’s do it.”
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"When looking up there, I just felt whole, like I belonged. Like one day I too would shine my most brilliant. Sitting there also made me think about sitting through services at my little country church back home. About that never-changing congregation of the same sixty-seven people and everyone has known you since before you were born. Now, out here in the real world, everything just seemed more vivid than when I used to sit in that little pew. That pew that was now so, so far away from where I was. I feared I had somehow left God behind there, too. I feared he was somehow just sitting there, saving my seat on the fifth pew from the front row, just waiting on me to come back. I left so quickly, I worried that he may not have noticed I was gone. And, now, I’m just too far away to find. So he’s just sitting there, patiently waiting on me to come back. I closed my eyes and prayed a moment. I hoped more than anything that he could still hear me." -an excerpt from my novella, A Sea of Fallen Leaves.
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So now I really want to know what happens.
I would have assumed that he would feel guilty over leading someone on....
It seemed to me like he wasn't really in love with her...not at all. Friends at a stretch. And when he was like "yeah...I love you too" that was all out of sympathy. Jules now seems clingie and desperate to have the approval of someone, without caring really if she loved them or not.
...Okay write more now.
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Goodbye you liar,
Well you sipped from the cup but you don't own up to anything
Then you think you will inspire
Take apart your head
(and I wish I could inspire)
Take apart your demons, then you add it to the list.
Goodbye you liar,
Well you sipped from the cup but you don't own up to anything
Then you think you will inspire
Take apart your head
(and I wish I could inspire)
Take apart your demons, then you add it to the list.