Showing posts with label Short Stories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Short Stories. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Ghost Rider (under construction)



I look at my hands.

Fingerless leather gloves, a delicate gold ring on my ring finger, nails painted cherry red.

These are the things I see and the only things I see directly infront of me that are directing where I am and where I am about to go. I focus on how ghetto my hands look. "You're such a bad ass", I say to myself amused. But I suppose this is the feeling I've been longing for, to run that very thin line of being controlled and being completely out of control.

My fingers, holding tightly to the black leather of the steering wheel, define a simple truth that highlights the intensity of the moment. This touch connects us, man and machine, and controls our co-dependence. I press my forehead against the wheel and listen to the gentle vibration of the car. I feel the turns of your engine. You feel the heavy pulsing of my heart.

My attention briefly switches to the road. The fog makes me uncertain of how much of it I really see. Of course it would have helped having the headlights on but that's something I would have done yesterday. Not tonight. Tonight, is my escape. An escape from a ritual which is my perfectly planned life.

So I wait.
In this darkness I forget what it is I am looking for. I forget from whom I am running or is it whom I am chasing? I wait for that single undefinable moment that releases my anguish and separates my thoughts from my mind.

A car speeds by.

I feel a spark inside of me.
(A spark? How slow motion that sounds!)
In a split second, NO! in a split quarter of a second there is lightning inside of me. A feeling so fast that it fails to be classified as anything humanly possible. No thinking, for thinking takes too long. No analyzing, for there isn't time to relinquish a single thought. Only acting and releasing that passive agressive.


The decision now belongs to my right foot, how hard it presses down and for how long.
I slam the acceleration and curve out of the sleeve where I was parked, lights turned off.


Sixty, seventy.. eighty kilometres an hour.

I swurve past a truck full of cattle (Mooo! lol).
"This one is impeccably fast", I think to myself. I chase the red car as if I were chasing my destiny, in full view but far from reach. He must be aware of my intensions by now. Why else would he still be accelerating, tempting me? Or maybe he doesn't see me at all and he's running from his own ghosts.

A red light coming up. Perfect. By now I am on his tale. I decide to stop to the left of him. A rusty little car he has. It had some work done though. Souped up with a spoiler, a lowered frame... neon lights? Were those necessary?

"Hey Ghost Rider!", I hear through my window. Ghost rider? "Nice", I say to myself. How appropriately cheesy that sounds. I let down my guard and slide my window open. "Nice car you got there", he says. "Can't say the same about you", I muffle under my breath. I proceed to smile at him and reply, "I like yours too, vintage?". He laughs, "Not as good as yours but it does wonders! Just wait and see", he turns his lights off and throws in a VROOM.

I roll my eyes. Unless he has some nitrous oxide under that hood, he doesn't stand a chance. I accept the challenge, and VROOM back.

Green light.
In an instant my heart feels weightless. I lose the red car instantly. But really, what do I care where he is. I am weightless and I am finally free.

Monday, June 8, 2009

My Surreal Story (to be continued)

Today has been an up and down day.
I felt fine in the morning.. I even went for a run in the park with my dog.
But in the afternoon I've come down with something.. and I'm feeling sick, actually, feverish atm.
So I decided to write this short story.. it's actually a dream I had the other day and it's kind of surreal. I think I'm going to sketch out what I saw in my dream.. because it was soo surreal, so different.. and I think I actually experienced this emotion unconsciously in my sleep. Aneways, enjoy =)

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I stared at the ocean.

In all honesty I've never seen anything so beautiful. Just to think a man created this haven, this home with the ocean at its feet.

Perfection.

Tears strolled softly down my cheek. I was angry and almost felt sorry for myself. How is it possible being this rich? Having the possibility of building such great things? Why is this not mine?

The tears grew stronger and I found myself sobbing. I have never felt this low, this pathetic.
I can have all of this, I thought. I can make it all mine. But no, I won't.. not with the responsibility I take on everyday..

"I planted those three palms", he said, interrupting my thoughts. He walked onto the balcony and leaned on the railing admiring his kingdom.
"I was three years old when my father said to me, 'point where you want them son' and so I did. All I can remember are the big machines that moved the trees to that very spot".

Why is he telling me this? Days ago he hated me, hated all of us for invading his territory, his home.

I whiped my tears quickly with the towel before he turned around. How much I hate him. I hate all things about him and he knows.

"I know we haven't gotten around to a good start. But I learned a lot about you over the past few days and I understand everything", he said.

"I don't think you have the slightest idea what we're about. You can stop pretending you care. Really, it's ruining your image", I said back.

"That's unfair. You think I wanted all of this? You think I'm prepared to take on what lies ahead for me and my family?"

"I think you know all the percks of the job and you take advantage of all of them".

He sat down on the leaning chair beside me. His grey Hugo Boss suit and Italian leather shoes made me uncomfortable. He looked at me with a serious face as I hid the army green bikini I was wearing with my towel. He senced my uncomfort, took off his jacket, and motioned to his server to get a bottle of wine.

"I don't like this tension between us. I made a mistake judging you guys but I trust you and am willing to help in any way I can. You know I have the power to do so. So why don't you start from the beginning. Tell me your story, and I'll tell you mine".

I was surprised at how relieved I was to hear him say that. Finally, a sigh of relief. I looked back into his deep blue eyes and saw a young man who was lost but fearless. I have nothing to lose and quite frankly we were floating on the same raft, facing the same open ocean. I can see by the formulation of his thoughts that he is sincere. Fine. I will let down this wall and maybe, just maybe he will be the first to believe my story.

I leaned my head back on the chair, closed my eyes, and imagined it all from the start.

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Rumours.

They were all around me as I walked through the park.

These dirty words in the air, hanging, waiting for sentences to catch them. The sentences were being built and sucked into the minds of others. I saw this of course. The whole process. It was my gift. I see sentences in this raw dark form waiting to be absorbed by the imagination of ordinary people. I see their choices in their minds and their beliefs in their eyes.

But the truth is, on this day I did not believe any of this circulating bull shit.

Timothy, at the centre of it all, was above all this. I knew him well and we all knew he would never commit to such a crime.

I knew Tim from university. We met randomly in the school cafeteria where he was presenting this new computer software he discovered (to anybody that wanted to listen). As I walked by his power point presentation, it felt to me that he singled me out from his little crowd of mostly Asian peeps. I tried looking for his words in the air but couldn't see anything he was going to talk about. At that moment, my thoughts were interrupted and I felt a whisper in my ear "Uhmega"..

"Uhmega?" I said loudly.

"Yes. Uhmega. You're absolutely right", Tim said pointing in my direction.

I had no idea what he was talking about. Nor had I ever heard anyone pronounce Omega in that manner. Trapped in this phase of curiosity and awe.. I stayed, listened to his presentation and was convinced to be taken out for an ice cappucino.

That was the day Tim and I became good friends.

I always knew there was something mysterious about Tim. But I was not expecting, nor would I believe what I was going to hear about him from the Keepers.


I met Sayah that same day the rumours about Tim circulated. Prior to that walk in the park, I thought all the words I saw floating in the air were illusions of an unknown metal disorder I had. Earlier in the day Tim sent me a text to meet him and some members of a club he belonged to in Dux Field by the Lake. He belonged to numerous clubs and organizations in school so I thought this was another social meet he didn't want to sit through by himself. But as I walked through the park on that evening I found the isolation and darkness very odd. Something was off.. where was everybody? Where was this event Tim dragged me into.

That's when I saw the words. "Tim".. "killer".. "knifed a girl".. "death".. "dangerous".

All these words ringing around in circles. At first I couldn't see who these thoughts belonged to, where they were coming from. But then at a spot on a hill surrounded by Hibbiscus bushes I saw what looked like a group of people sitting and laying down, pointing in the air, talking, yelling. None was laughing. At moments it looked like they were appearing and disappearing. It had to be the lighting, I thought. I approached the group, who stopped to look at me, a stranger among known company.

The Gift Keepers, or Keepers, I learned that day were an ancient group of people with gifts of the supernatural. Tim was the second to find out about his gift, thus, making him one of the elders of the group. He and Sayah shared the same gift; that of controlling motion. Sayah however, was the oldest and wisest. She was a thick skinned woman, born and raised in the Carribean. Sayah grew up with the knowledge of her gift. It was passed onto her from her ancestors, and as so, she was the one responsible for bringing us all together. Her instruction was to safe keep all gift keepers and reveal our gifts only if we were in danger.

Monday, January 5, 2009

A Delightful Intervention

Hidden.
In secrecy kept away.
Kept far from you,
kept far from the turmoil
that accompanies our lives in every way.

Thus, you're uninvited
because you remind me of it all.
So it has to be hidden,
kept away like a deep 'n sorrowful secret,
though it is rather small.

I take it out on ocassion
when the timing is right.
Carefully and delicately
in privacy, in seclusion,
from the contagious world in evil spite.

This little white powder
as soft and pure as an angels wing.
A slow, disruptive path through my body,
a euphoria, a numbness,
an extreme uncontrolable orgasm in full swing.

The power to the imagination
lifts me beyond my soul.
My mind in full turn, like clockwork,
I need more..

Inspiration, liberation, OH! emancipation!

Shit, eff you!
I hear your knocks on the door.
I will never tell you about this,
although I am sure you already know.

Do not (you can't) control me
and don't you intervene
unless you decide to join me
I promise our slates will stay clean.

The power of its sweet seduction
will capture you too
There is nothing like this temptation,
escape with me, lets fly, I know you want to.


To be continued.
Only when I have to study (and I despise memorizing my text books) do I come up with dark little stories such as these. Sometimes I feel like being captured in the lives of these characters.. but in reality I know I won't succumb to what I imagine they feel.

Saturday, January 3, 2009

The Bear's Cave

Tempting her with words:
Come inside, says the bear
There is nothing to fear
I have a warm place for you and me in here

I will keep you warm
when the snow starts to fall
I will hold you tight
from extreme danger above all

I will guard you
and keep you safe
you will be mine
you won't want to escape

When the time comes
and you have to leave
you will recall my protection,
that I guarantee

I have honey for you to eat
I have toys for you to play
Trust me,
I will not bore you night or day.

The girl thought for a moment,
her mind in a twist
What will the towns people say
what if she's to be missed

They sure will critisize
they sure will tease
She won't be accepted
her life won't be at ease

But on this cold, snowy day
the girl acts for herself
She loves this furry creature
it'll protect her from all else

So she lept in the bears cave
not doubting a bit
that he could be a liar,
a grouch, and a cheat

But he did keep his promises
he cared for her dear
They hibernated together
until the towns folks appeared

They surrounded the cave
with torches so bright
They yelled and they cursed
from the day to the night

The bear woke in anger
he was ready for attack
But the girl grabbed his paw
told him to keep back

The town folks felt that weakness
and took advantage of his rear
The shot of a rifle wounded
and then killed the bear

The girl stirred a moment
she woke up in fear
She looked around her and noticed
that the bear was still here

A dream that awoke her
she could not risk this attack
For the love of the bear
the girl left and to the village she went back

In the spring the bear woke
the snow storm nights were through
He felt around for the girl
but she was not in the room

He yelled in devestation
she left him, he feared
The townsfolk had found her
she was definately not near

She chose to go back
the bear knew at once
But did she make it to the town
he did not take that chance

He left his cave
in search for her tracks
He found nothing for a time
Until her scarf he saw in a tree's bark

He followed her scent
found her by a lake, blue
Her body was motionless
he didn't know what to do

In desperation
he gave a big growl
He stood on his feet
and..

*BAM*

The rifle had shot
the town folks were near
They saw the big creature
he was to attack the poor girl, they feared

As the bear fell to the ground
his last breathe beside her he took
He noticed lastly her smile
and understood her awkward look

In a letter she wrote
to the folks of the town
She was lost in the storm
but the bear showed her love

They approached the two bodies
together as they lay
Both were motionless and cold
but in peace by the bay

They carried both the girl and the beast
to the place they were true
The bear's cave;
a place love and happiness was first felt by the two

The folks left them there
realizing their great mistake
How stupid they were, they realized
how their instincts were fake

The bear's cave
a metaphor of the truth
A legend,
an escape from the world, cruel

The hidden lair for lovers
remains now for those
That feel and hear the whispers
of the story that was long ago

--> This piece inspired by the whispers present in my love

Monday, November 17, 2008

Scissor Sisters... Let it Sink In

After 3 rounds of pitchers and two shots of tequila, I think I finally understand what it feels like to be "colourful". All jokes aside, I've never imagined myself in that world b/c I've never been exposed to (or met) people so passionate about their sexuality. Well, maybe I over exagerate- cuz I do know some ppl proud of their sex haha.. but they're all straight. Aneways, I'm gunna spice up this blog post a lil bit and tell a story about four ppl- Sushi, Sashimi, Tea, and Richard- who just happened to experience the unexpected.

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She swinged her long blonde hair away from her face as she continued to mouth the words of her favourite song. She began to tease the crowd with her long fake eyelashes as they watched quietly, taking in her every move. Little did they know how nervous she was and how sensitive she was to the words of others. But it didn't matter tonight. Not tonight, when she had this opportunity to finally express who she really was. She aggressively grabbed a chair from a nearby table, threw herself forward onto it, and slowly touched her body. Her legs, strong, looked good with her black platform boots and short black mini skirt. Everything about her gave away who she really was. But she didn't care. She continued to caress herself, an attempt to seduce the audience, using their attention to empower herself.

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Once upon a rainy day in November, a random urge of excitement filled four very different people. Each and every one of them was open with their sexuality which was uniquely shaped by their past experiences. But on this day they were quite similar> maybe it was the drive for beer.. maybe it was the need to open up after a long, dull lecture.. but nevertheless they met up, got loose, and surprisingly shared with eachother things that were left anonymously at that table in that particular pub.

Sushi and Sashimi have a long history together. Through good times and bad times, straight times and slightly gay times.. they always stick together. Never is a moment dull and never is a day empty when they are with eachother. Sushi, a cute and sophisticated fellow, always had a great sence of style. On this day, he teased everyone at the pub with his long hair tied up, revealing ever so slightly his perfect skin> complexion. His dress shirt, buttoned properly to the top, worked incredibly well with his Gucci/Dolce glasses from under which he observed the dance floor. His character calm, collected, yet wild and mysterious.
Sashimi, always open and adventurous, had a bad-ass smokey reputation. His hair short, accenting his perfect facial features, was complemented by the dark, tight, and very revealing shirt he was wearing. The owner of hundreds of shoes; he chose special dancing flats that he matched perfectly with his socks especially for that night :D. Sashimi: confident, handsome, and fearless yet sensitive, kind, and a lover at heart. Overall, the two were a balance of eachother.. the ying and the yang.

On the other side of the table was Tea, a very bright and charming girl. Unfortunately her cute smile and bright eyes belonged to a special someone who appeared and disappeared as Tea dictated. Special was their relationship because it was out of this world, something very unlikely but highly addictive. Tea carried her lover everywhere she went- to school, to work- a challenging relationship of which Tea was clearly in charge. In short, Tea held the whip-- whatchaaa!-- and took no BS from anyone.

Constantly in motion and seeking excitement.. yet the most gullable person out that night was Richard. Richard, who has a very open personality has one default- which he openly shared with everyone at that table that night. Although he has thighs of thunder and a bum to die for- they will never be put into good use because of his blind vagina. Nevertheless, Richard danced and paraded around the dance floor like a champ.. catching and trapping his prey with his pink fluffy scarf.

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It all started at about 21:00 hours. The dance floor was clear, the colourful decorations were up; an innocent setting for a perfect, quiet party. After being tricked by Sushi and Sashimi into another shot, Richard sprung from his feet and took a spin around the dance floor. It was safe- they had the whole florr to themselves. So all four made their way to the dance floor and took advantage of the hott beats that were playing by DJ Princess. All was good, the DJ was jammin, and the four tapped their feet n shook all they had.. until.. the scissor sisters walked in. Three tall, handsome, bodacious babes.. made their way to a table on the side of the dance floor. Their heavily painted eyes were observing the Fab 4's every moves.. possibly stealing Sushi's dance moves.. and possibly eyeing down Tea's figure. The four felt a bit threatened and made their way back to their table. They talked it out, consulted the possibilities, and figured out their next move. Richard and Sashimi were semi- attracted to these three and were determined on chopping them before the night was over ;). The four settled on a new plan which was to order a few more drinks- sour apple, tequi, sunrise, and cesar- and rock out some new dance moves without giving much attention to the three nemices. This worked for some time... BUT
to their surprise.. the three drag queens outdid all of them. They each grabbed the mic, and performed solo acts on the little stage beside the DJ. It was over. The fab four were fighting a war that they could not possibly win.

The first performer, a tall woman with tall black boots and a short black, shiny dress rocked to a song by Katy Perry. The crowd went wild as she swung her hips about, kicked her legs, and tossed her hair from side to side. Sushi and Sashimi were appauled.. which the queen instantly picked up. She approached them, pointed at them.. and said into the microphone "scissor sisters.. think about it.. let it sink".

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To be continued... maybe lol
there is more to write but I'll end here for tonight- short stories take too much effort lol =P

Friday, June 20, 2008

..A short story; not yet completed

"This is where Marie lives", he pointed to a nice brown house. "It's huge!", she replied. She stared at this large brick figure, trying to ignore the 20- something storey buildings around it. She smiled at him and raised her eye brows. The whole neighbourhood was not very appealing. The houses, although very lavish and very well groomed, were built extremely close to one another. Like sardines in a can, they looked. She didn't understand why anybody would choose to live here. "I know what you're thinking", he said, "but she assured me it was only temporary". He laughed, at which she sighed with relief. "It is lovely. But these buildings... not one, but four?". A valley of houses drowning, empowered by these four large structures. There was absolutely no privacy here. People looking out of their balconies onto the backyards of others. "I promise our start won't be like this". He held her hand firmly. His eyes gleemed at hers. She was everything he looked for in a woman. Her love, her optimism, intelligence, and her legs. She had amazing legs! What more could he ask for? He liked the simplicity and the flow of her hair, her smell, and her softly tanned skin. She starred back at him, smiled, and rang the door bell. "That's because I'll be the one making the decisions around here", she teased.

"Oh, you're finally here!", the door opened wide revealing a large foyer. There was a crystal chandelier hanging in the centre of the room, a closet to the left, and beyond a yellow wall an arch leading to the living room. Marie appeared with a great smile on her face. She was holding some appetizers in her right hand and extending a hug in the other. ''Mike is just around the corner, I'm glad you made it. It's not much of a location, but it's a start, you know? Wait till you see the master bedroom!". Marie was always open and warm hearted. Older by four years, Marie was like a sister Kay never had. Her appearance resembled her brothers, she was a spick image of Dominic. Both had similar features, the same dark eyes and high cheek bones. Marie of course was more slender, more delicate, and unlike Dominic she was always well dressed.

"Everybody, I'm sure you remember my little brother Dominic and his girl friend Kay", she turned to a room filled with twenty or so people. Kay waved but Dominic of course had to be out of the ordinary. He leaped into the crowd with open arms. Everyone was very amused. All the faces in the room were familiar to Kay. She recognized the people from university, standing and laughing together, some were from Mike's job and others old friends of Marie's and Dominic's. They all attended the same school; Her, Mar, Mike, and Dom. They shared contacts, extended their circle of friends, they often spent their breaks together, shared books, and notes. But that was a while ago.

Kate smiled as she walked through the house. It was neat and very well furnished. "Europe", said Marie, noticing Kate's wandering eyes. "Half this stuff is from Mike's side, all wedding gifts". "How lucky you are! It' absolutely charming!", Kate replied squeezing Marie's hand, a sign of happiness for her. Across the hall was Mike, lingering from guest to guest, bringing up random chatter, making sure everyone was comfortable. He was coming over to where they were standing, arms extended. "It's good to see you again", he said. "Happy Birthday Bud! When we saw it we immediately thought of you", Dominic said. He handed Mike a medium sized box. "It's supposed to bring adventure to the bedroom", Kay added and winked. On their trip to the Carribean they came across a dark and beautiful wooden sculpture of a twisted looking figure. It resembled a man and a woman entangled in each other's arms. It was believed to be a fertility sculpture, perfect for the newly weds. "You have to tell me about your vaycay. You're not on your honeymoon, let alone even married, yet you travel so much!", added Marie. Dom smirked at his sister, adding a remark that Kay didn't catch. Something else caught her attention at that moment. Rather, it was someone else that moved her away from where she was standing. Someone familiar but distant standing out on the patio. She pulled Marie aside, away from the group. "Tell me you didn't.." she started. "I did invite him. I had to, he's Mike's good friend", finished Marie.

There he was. James. Ha! What was he now? A lawyer? a doctor? He came from a wealthy family and always used that to his advantage. Tall, blonde, and ravishingly handsome. He was dressed in a light beige suit, elegant but casual. He was standing next to a couple of pretty girls who were waving their drinks and tossing their hair. "That's no surprise", Kay moved her head in his direction, commenting on the two he was with. "I told him to be good, Kay. He won't bother you."

James, she repeated his name in her head. He bought her jewellery, bags, clothes. He dressed her up, introduced her into a world of money, he put her on display for everyone to admire. She did enjoy it at first, she admitted to herself. It was something she's never had before. He made her feel like no one else mattered in the world. She played along with what he wanted, gratified his every need and he fulfilled all her desires, but what a mistake that was. As she stood among a couple of friends, she found herself glancing in his direction. She then looked back at Dom, laughing with Mike, enjoying himself. Oh that honest and caring man. He made her heart melt. He made her feel emotion, he made her feel real and alive. Yet she caught herself constantly glancing at James. That coward, that poser, that liar. That mysterious man and his gorgeous wavy hair, a light shade of blonde. She still remembers the colour of his eyes. They were like the ocean, a deep rich blue. Ew. She realizes she doesn't like that in a man anymore. He was a guy pulled out from a Cosmo magazine; he was always picture perfect. She shook at the thought of him. Goosebumps covered her skin as she replayed in her mind the nights they spent together.

Shit. He noticed her staring. He raised his glass out to her and grinned confidently. Disgusting, she thought. Who did he think he was, all cocky and charming? She hesitantly smiled back and did the same. What she really wanted to do was gag, stick out her tongue, and roll her eyes. She went to the bathroom, looked in the mirror, and did just that. She fixed her hair up, took a look at her skirt, twirled back and forth. It felt like she was in that room for a long time. Outside of the door she heard laughter, chatter, and a burst of song- "Happy Birthday to you..". She didn't feel like joining in. She stayed inside there for a while, until the song was over. Dominic probably noticed she was gone. She didn't want him looking for her. As she was about to leave, there was a soft tap on the door, followed by a whisper. "You in there, babe?". Oh, good timing, he came for her. He knew her too well, she thought. "Yep, I'll be right out hun", she replied. She took a final look in the mirror and quickly opened the door. However, the smile on her face faded as she looked at the figure infront of her. This was the man who came for her, who attempted to save her. "Why? who else were you expecting?", said James. He had that stupid grin on his face. His emotions were expressed so well by his features; I'm the wise guy, are what his eyes said. She stared at him with a hint of confusion. A long pause followed. The nerve of this guy to barge in on her like this. She was very disapointed. "You look smashing", he broke the silence. "Smashing? Is that the new line for the ladies now?", she replied. Jerk. She stepped out of the bathroom and pushed him gently aside. She didn't want to see him at all, she wanted to forget about his existence. She needed to get away. She entered the living room brushing against a crowd of people. She was looking for Dom. Where was he?

She heard his voice out on the patio. He was always easy to spot because he had the loudest laugh she's ever heard. She motioned towards him, signalling something wasn't right. He immediately noticed her dismay and walked towards her. He playfully took her in his arms and danced her around the crowd. "Lets get out of here for a sec", she whispered to him. She took his hand, led him through the house, and stepped out onto the front yard. They ended up walking along the street, enjoying eachother's company. He comforted her, talked to her, updated her on the stories of the people he'd been talking to. She liked this. She liked the world with him. So safe, secure, so complete. She always thought clearly with him around her, no worry ever clouded her mind. They sat in the park for a while. It was already dark outside. They stared at the random assortment of lights on the buildings around them. There was no pattern to the yellow colours, like stars which crowded a black sky. It wasn't a very loud neighbourhood, she noticed. There were no busy streets around, no engines roaring, only the slight hum of one or two cars passing by in seperated intervals of time.

"Dom, Kay!", a voice yelled behind them. How long were they gone from the the house? At first they didn't hear the voice but then it grew clearer, louder. It was James, waving at them from a distance. Gosh, he always had to poke his way through, always had to keep everything in order, know where everything was, what everyone was doing. "Laura and John are leaving. Marie sent me here for you", he yelled. "I doubt that", she said back. Dom threw her a look. "What?", she said quietly to Dom, "I bet he's the only one who noticed we were gone, he's always budding in where he isn't wanted". James finally reached the bench at where they were sitting. He had a glass of scotch in his hand at which he sipped, an attempt to break the awkward silence. Dom didn't seem to mind him here. He knew about James. Dom knew they were once together but he didn't know the details. She didn't tell him about his jealousy, his agressiveness nor did she mention their moments of intimacy.

Liberty Grand. A gala, it was a ball maybe 3 years back. He presented her to his society as something she wasn't. First, he bought her a dress that he wanted her to wear. It was glamorous, beautiful, and extremely expensive. She refused the gift for she already bought a nice, simple, white dress. But after him insisting it was a gesture of his appreciation, she accepted. She thought she deserved being pampered by him, after all, it was her brains still keeping him in school. If the dress wasn't enough, he surprised her with a day at the spa. He made her up and paid for everything. She didn't think this was necessary. She was a humble girl from a lower middle class family. She didn't need to be spoiled, she never thought of physical things being important.
The evening finally arrived. It was grand. The splendour of the building was remarkable. However, she couldn't help but to feel out of place. James talked to her amongst his relatives as if they just met the night before; short, emotionless sentences, light and meaningless conversations. His parents were certainly impressed by who she was or rather what James fed to them about her. He introduced her as if she was the Queen of England, she laughed at all of this in her head. He lied about her family, her interests, and sold her as a product to please their wealthy minds. She thought his mother's smirks and her snobby aura, amusing. The older woman looked at Kay smiling, she was a handsome woman, pink champagne in one hand and her other arm on her husband. She looked kind, yet she analyzed Kay from head to toe. Her remarks, although kind, sympathetic words, were spoken coldly. Kay couldn't stand this, this pretending, this impressing. More than once she whispered to James about the absurd feel of the evening. However, James ignored her complaints. She wanted no more of this treatment. She couldn't stand this, she couldn't speak out. She was drowning, losing air. At that moment, she excused herself and stepped out into the building's grand foyer. James swiftly followed. He cursed at her ignorance and her bad manners. She started explaining her feelings to him slowly and calmly expecting him to understand. But what started as a rather quiet conversation turned into an uproar, a loud argument. She had all this anger, all this rage building up inside of her. She let all that out, she didn't know she had the courage to speak out this way, not here. At this instant she didn't know herself. Who was this girl, this monster? Why was she yelling and why couldn't she control her arms flying in the air? He grabbed her by the hand and aggressively walked her out of the building. They quickly passed all the people that stopped to stare at them. Their faces appauled by this couple's behaviour, expressing an aura of amusement, disaproval, and snobism- noses in the air. They reached the outside of the building, a burst of fresh, moist air hit Kay's face. It was dark and slightly foggy, a day perfect for rain. He continued to pull her away from the hall, away from the people. He stopped, grasped both of her arms and squeezed them tightly inwards toward her body. He pushed her forcefully backward against a wall of a neighbouring building. Her back slammed onto the rough surface, her head jolted back but she stopped it from hitting the wall. He hurt her. A warm tear escaped from her eye and raced down her cheek. She tried to fight it back but she couldn't. She was shocked. Her knees began to wither and shake; she was scared. She couldn't see his face, it was hidden by the darkness that surrounded them. He began to move closer to her, removed his hands from her arms and pressed himself against her, his hands brushing her back. It was then that she saw his angry eyes. She noticed his face a light shade of red and a vein that she never noticed before emerged on his forehead. "You do this for me," he whispered heavily into her ear. She felt the heat in his breath against her neck. "I made too many sacrifices for you, I'm giving you more than you deserve. Don't embarass me here", he threatened. He sharply let her go, stepped back, and fixed his suit. She stayed still for what seemed like a life time. He must have noticed her innocense, her reluctance to move from where she was standing. He moved slowly towards her again, took her face gently in his hands and kissed her lips slowly. His kiss built with intensity, a rapidly growing crescendo. He reached the forte, all his strength focused on her lips. She tried to keep her mouth closed but it was very quickly empowered by the motion of his tongue. All her strength was overpowered by his. She couldn't resist, she couldn't close her eyes; this hurt too much. Diminuendo. It was over. Her lips numb. She found herself dumbfounded. Was this his love for her? Was this his way of silencing her? He turned away and started walking back into the building. She imagined him passing all the strangers who spotted their heated argument. He was the stronger one, the one who won, he played that grin on his face. She waited by the wall feeling abused and mislead. Counted in her head "one mississipi, two..", trying to regain the feeling in her legs. Her mind was a tangled web. In her head she knew she should cry, she knew this was the time anyone would choose to cry. But no tears came. She didn't feel sorry for herself. She chose this for herself, she wanted to be by his side, she wanted to please this handsome man which provided her with the opportunity for a successful future.
A few moments later, she regained her strength, threw her head in the air and made her way into the main room. Her red evening dress was slightly out of place but no one noticed. Her hair was perfect, her makeup well done, the Queen of England. She walked into this grand room filled with beautiful people. She carefully coordinated her steps, swayed her long dress as she moved. There he was. James. Grinning slyly at her. He came towards her, took her hand, brought her close to him, and whispered in her ear, "You look beautiful". Nobody noticed that hiding behind her lovely smile, and her pounds of makeup on her face, was something out of place, something that hurt her. He hurt her. But nobody cared, she didn't care.

"Kay", said James, "if it's okay with Dom, I'd like to speak with you". She phased out of her memory and slowly replayed his words in her head. Did she hear correctly? She looked at Dom, her eyes pleading for him to object. "Yea, no problem", Dom replied. She couldn't believe this. She wasn't going to let him get her this easily. "What is this regarding?", she asked. "Samantha. I need some advice. I still consider you one of my closest friends, I trust your opinions". Oh yes, Samantha, Kay thought. That girl, that bimbo he left her for, the family favourite. Unbelievable!His rich, materialistic, and very 'smart' girl friend. Everyone knew their story. Both of them happy with their wealth, together as a couple for the purpose of strengthening their empire. A relationship with no love, no emotion. They were created perfectly for eachother, she thought. Where was that girl tonight? and why did he need Kay now? Dom accepted the cue. He slowly got up and mockingly, kissed Kay's hand. "Bring her back safely", he said to James, smiled, and walked back towards the house.



To be continued..............

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

"God" Bless you

So I was on the bus today heading to music class. But within me I felt deep uncomfort. I wasn't prepared all the best for todays class.. and wanted to practice some more before I came in. What I was looking for was time. Then.. Whamo! .. I got a call and to my expectations, the class was cancelled and rescheduled for a later time. I love when that happens.. on my way back home I was writing in my 'notebook'.. and a stranger started talkin to me randomly (flashback to my blog "in captivity of ourselves" lol). I was really taken aback b/c it was as if the universe was responding to me. I'm a deep believer that what you think, and how you think it.. you attract to yourself, those r the works of the universe.

{
Is there a God?
Or is this a case of accidental serendipity?
Is there something out there that can hear and answer our worries and concerns?
No. It failed me at times before.
It is us, ourselves, our energy we send out that reflects onto the universe.
The universe is trying to tell each of us smtn, it has our best interest in minds.
[Feelings and motives often ignored by many]
Listen. Listen to your inner self and you will satisfy your dwelling.

[INTERUPTION]

"Some ppl just don't listen. We are idiots", a man sitting next to me says.
Has he been reading what I just wrote on this bus ride?
He was commenting about a lady complaining to the bus driver about expensive fares.
The stranger adds again, in an East European accent,
"I'm studying at UfT, philosophy, and even I think I am an idiot sometimes".
At this moment, I am shocked. Talking to a stranger about idiocy?
I chuckle, and respond "No, I'm sure you just get caught up in weird moments".
He smiles and takes off his baseball cap; Balvaria, it said on the front.
"See this scar?" he points to his slightly disfigured head.
"It's a result of idiocy, a car accident. I was in a coma for 3 months. during these moments my wife was planning a divorce. This was five years ago."
"I'm sorry", I reply.
He smiles and nods, "44 is my age, big number, small in meaning".
I laugh, "well, you look younger".
"You are too kind", he says and gets up. This is his stop.
"God Bless you, and take good care of yourself".
}

Isn't that something else? This mans story; a coma, divorce, all in one. Wow. A stranger on the bus, yet for that instant he existed as someone I knew in my universe. He broke the rules of the red box. Who was he though? I probably won't ever see him again. He vanished behind the doors of the bus, and vanished from my life.

Thursday, June 5, 2008

Maybe he'll call. She remembers telling him not to. She always wanted to show she was stronger and independent. Not dependent on anyone, especially him.

[She can do this on her own]

She always liked keeping herself busy with little projects, things she enjoyed doing for herself. He knew that. He gave her the freedom to do whatever she wanted, this made her happy. She always thought of herself as a colourful spirit, a free flowing mind, and seclusive respectively. Never did she doubt herself or her emotions for him. She knew he was one of a kind, maybe the one.

But why was this difficult? They've done this before.
They've been apart many a time.

[Answers]

Maybe its the way they parted that is eating at her conscience.
That last week, almost like pretending he wasn't going away.
His mind was too occupied with plans. Too focused on the packing, the last details of his trip.
How could she interfere with that? She didn't want to get in the way. It was too important for him. Why trouble him with her concerns, her thoughts, her days and perspectives?
He wouldn't want to hear. But no more she wanted to hear about him.
He was leaving, she knew. Too painful to sit there while he took all his belongs, all that he held dear to him.. gone. All that was left of him, all that defined who he was. She knew she'd just sit there in silence.

[Silence]

Silence, the most dreaded state.
Where thoughts of all sorts swim in circles, swim in colours, ideas, and ideals.
A path for questions, answers, solutions, and problems to follow.
All assymetrical, without definition, without principle, following eachother in an almost undefined dimension.
A whirlpool of the imagination; pulling her down into unnecessary worries:

Maybe, this time it's him leaving her; leaving the summer she had planned for the both of them.
The expectations she had. The visions of laughter, adventures, moments of intimacy.
All that passed away.

A feeling of emptiness surrounds her. She should've told him what was on her mind.
Now he may never know. A lack of their conversations.
She knows he won't call her anymore. All that was said was said, all that was done was done.

That last week, she remembers. Too little said to eachother.
Even on his part. No emotion, just stress. He left her for something else, something that closed him infront of her.
Though she's happy for him and wouldn't want it any other way..
she fears this will be constant. Constant emptiness. Constant busy. No conversation.

Time and no contact; fear. No joy in sharing her stories.
She longs to hear his comments, his logic, his way of thinking, solving any problems she may have had. He always told her he cared, always filled her soul with love, with positive thoughts and trust. Always satisfied her inner self, completed her heart.
Empowered her body with beautiful feelings, a sence of pleasure and amazement.
She longed him like the earth longing sun rays peering through a cloudy sky. That burst of sunlight through darkness. That is what he is.

[Noise]

The silence is gone.
All the parallel emotions and thoughts of her mind rekindled with symmetry.
The daze is over. He will come back. Reassurance.
They will share their adventures, and continue with their ever changing lives.