Cut to the two of us [Bella and me] at one of the places we used to always eat, Simple Simon's--a sandwich place. It's one of those really healthy organic natural places. The two of us used to laugh every time we mentioned it, because since it was across the street from CVC, all the people who worked there always come into our work. So when we walked in, a few faces turned to us,
"Ha, now you're coming to my work. Awesome!" A voice said.
Then later one of the other guys [this was when I was getting my boo a to-go box] asked me my name and shook my hand and we became friends, I guess.
Well, cut to us there--a present time [at the current moment] talking about the past.
"Remember how Tom always thought we were secretly dating!?" She said, her mouth full of food, but it was cute--because she was having such a good time.
"Yeah, that fucker was reading through my notebook!" I said getting ready to completely destroy the sprite we were sharing.
"Well, you shouldn't have left it out for him to find! Duh Ryan duh!" She said laughing.
"It's not like I did it on purpose, Bella! I thought I had grabbed it, even Betty thought I did too!" I said, the drink gone.
"He found it though. 'She poses like a model', what the hell, Ryan?" She said, not poking her potato salad.
"It was for 'Closing Shift'! It's a satire!" I screamed, she motioned for me to be quite.
"He never let up on that though, did he?" She asked.
"No, because if you remember--my car broke down right around that time, and you ended up getting a car before I got another one, so you started picking me up."
"Yeah, you thought once I got a car I'd just forget about you or something. Shows how much you know me! You were my best friend back then, and I'm really happy to have you back." She said.
"Thanks, I missed you too, Bells." She smiled and leaned over the table and gave me a soft kiss on the lips, the kind that make you want more, and like all great things; end too soon.
"Ha, I still can't believe you really thought we'd hangout less once I got a car." She said, poking at her food again. Playing with it, and mixing it around prior to consuming it.
"Well, it was always like we only hung out when I was giving you a ride home. We never just hung out." I said.
"I'm sorry." She said in an overly sarcastic tone.
"It was an assumption, and I was wrong." I said.
"We hung out WAY more when I got a car." She said.
"That's because you fell in love with me!" She then rolled her eyes at me. "Ha, but seriously, I guess you really were serious about being my best friend." I said.
"Well, duh Ryan. I wouldn't just say that stuff, that's not me." She started eating her potato salad, finally. "And come on, if anyone can stay your friend when you got all emo, and started acting all funny, they can stay your friend through anything!"
"Hey, I wasn't the only one having troubles during that time! Some of those feelings were mutual, I just don't hide them like you do."
"Whatever, I don't hide my emotions, Ryan." She shoveled more potato salad in her mouth.
"Just saying, things would have been different if we were."
"Well, duh!" She said. "Hey, remember how Manny got all jealous when Iban started working at the store!?" Her smile grew back.
"Yeah, I always felt that Betty and Iban made a better couple than her and Manny." I said playing with the empty cup.
"Why do you say that? Because they're both bigger?" She asked.
"No, I just don't think Iban would have kept her a secret. He would have treated her very well, and all she would have to do is like him back." I said.
"You can't just like someone back, Ryan."
"I know."
"Ugh, why do emotions have to be so weird?" She asked me.
"I wish I knew, you had me trippin there for a while."
"I know, it was really bad, huh?"
"You have no idea, Bella." I said, breathing out of my nose.
"Why didn't you just start dating other girls?" She asked.
"Because there were no other girls for that summer."
"So I was just a summer fling?"
"Those aren't always so bad, I mean we've both seen 'The Notebook'." I said with a smile.
"Ha, yeah they had a lot of sex in that movie." He chuckled.
"But no, clearly the two of us sitting here--still having those feelings makes it more than just a summer fling."
"You know something, Ryan. I think you're right." She smiled. There's something about when some people smile, you just can't help yourself, you have to smile back. The way their cheeks scrunch up, and their eyes squeeze together making them sparkle. I've always found the toothless smiles work better for this sort of thing. Although some people do have those huge grins that can brighten up a room.
"Hey, Ryan?" She asked, bringing me back to reality.
"Yes, Bella?" I asked.
"Let's go to the movies and then back to your place." She smiled again.
"I'm down with that, what do you wanna watch?" I asked.
"I don't care, that's why I'm going with you. You know what's good, or at least what I'll like and won't like."
"Yeah, I do kickass when it comes to movies."
"Well, I wouldn't have said it if it wasn't true." She said, her teeth breaking through her lips into a big smile.
"Hey, Bella?" She raised her eyebrows to me. "I'm glad to have you back, you haven't change a bit." She smiled and I leaned in to kiss her, she met me half way and then we got up to leave.
-Sir Jestro
Friday, July 31, 2009
Robo-boogie!!!
So, I really wanted to write this evening, and I might still, but looking at the clock tells me it's already 1:33am, not a bad hour but I'm starting to feel sleep coming over me, and as many of you know--I want to sleep.
Ivan, from work, gave me a ride home, we were listening to "Love Line" on KROQ 106.7fm, great show. I always listen to that and Coast to Coast AM 640, because they're always on when I get off from work, and I like talk radio, which is why I also do some talk radio every now and again.
I had a really awful day today and I just want to apologize to my coworkers, I was an asshole today. That movie "Inland Empire" messed my head up, I really should have had today off to really absorb it all. David Lynch is a nut case, but I still love most of his movies, and really want to see "Twin Peeks".
So I have some bad news to all of my fans out there; I don't know if "Closing Shift" will ever be posted here, on blogspot--mainly because I plan to write it as more of a script to Esteban rather than a story, but if you all want me to, I most certainly will try to do so. So if you all can convince Elizabeth, my best and most valued friend, to post a comment [a good and very long comment] on this post, then I will make a story version [with all my great sensory details and internal monologues] just for you!!
I'm having a hard time with "Strangers" I'm stuck, right where I am. It's like getting to "T" and not remembering how to get your way to "W" and finishing the alphabet.
Wow, I'm actually tired at a reasonable hour!
Ten bucks says I'll be carrying the text conversations with "Ms. I Can Text Forever" heehee, If we bet who could text more I'd own you like you own me at reading races.
Haha, Christina's funny. We were playing Cranium and she got the charades one and she was like "Second word: Reading. First word: Reading." I was like "Reading Rainbow!?" Then we all realized that we were both dyslexic so it all worked out. Funny times.
Lisa is coming to visit, after three years on Saturday, I want to see her. I know I can no longer hangout with Liz, so it's not as complicated, well it wasn't until Esteban wanted to have a comic meeting. TWO IN ONE WEEK!!! Eff yes I'm going to jump on that!
So by Saturday, if I've done my job correctly, you all will finally get to see the promo poster for "Strangers Wearing Makeup" which has a funny place in one of my other stories, but that'll have to stay a secret.
Everyone go read Carrios' blog, read GHG2, it's off the hook.
Hey!!! Now that Carrios is back, maybe I can get him in on some of the stories Kim Je-Min and I were writing!? That would be kickass, but I'm not sure how much time he actually has but we need to start writing as a group again.
Well, here I go...gonna try to write.
Have a fantastic Friday!!!!
-Sir Jestro
Ivan, from work, gave me a ride home, we were listening to "Love Line" on KROQ 106.7fm, great show. I always listen to that and Coast to Coast AM 640, because they're always on when I get off from work, and I like talk radio, which is why I also do some talk radio every now and again.
I had a really awful day today and I just want to apologize to my coworkers, I was an asshole today. That movie "Inland Empire" messed my head up, I really should have had today off to really absorb it all. David Lynch is a nut case, but I still love most of his movies, and really want to see "Twin Peeks".
So I have some bad news to all of my fans out there; I don't know if "Closing Shift" will ever be posted here, on blogspot--mainly because I plan to write it as more of a script to Esteban rather than a story, but if you all want me to, I most certainly will try to do so. So if you all can convince Elizabeth, my best and most valued friend, to post a comment [a good and very long comment] on this post, then I will make a story version [with all my great sensory details and internal monologues] just for you!!
I'm having a hard time with "Strangers" I'm stuck, right where I am. It's like getting to "T" and not remembering how to get your way to "W" and finishing the alphabet.
Wow, I'm actually tired at a reasonable hour!
Ten bucks says I'll be carrying the text conversations with "Ms. I Can Text Forever" heehee, If we bet who could text more I'd own you like you own me at reading races.
Haha, Christina's funny. We were playing Cranium and she got the charades one and she was like "Second word: Reading. First word: Reading." I was like "Reading Rainbow!?" Then we all realized that we were both dyslexic so it all worked out. Funny times.
Lisa is coming to visit, after three years on Saturday, I want to see her. I know I can no longer hangout with Liz, so it's not as complicated, well it wasn't until Esteban wanted to have a comic meeting. TWO IN ONE WEEK!!! Eff yes I'm going to jump on that!
So by Saturday, if I've done my job correctly, you all will finally get to see the promo poster for "Strangers Wearing Makeup" which has a funny place in one of my other stories, but that'll have to stay a secret.
Everyone go read Carrios' blog, read GHG2, it's off the hook.
Hey!!! Now that Carrios is back, maybe I can get him in on some of the stories Kim Je-Min and I were writing!? That would be kickass, but I'm not sure how much time he actually has but we need to start writing as a group again.
Well, here I go...gonna try to write.
Have a fantastic Friday!!!!
-Sir Jestro
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Chillin
Just sitting here, on my futon [or bed-couch as they're referred to in Germany] watching Tim Burton's "Big Fish" great flick. For those of you who haven't seen it, it's pretty much my life. Ugh, so I have to walk to work...Bull!!!
My car broke down when I picked my best friend up so take her to work, I felt like such an unreliable friend that day. I'm not sure if I should fix my car up, or just spend a few weeks [months even] saving up for a new car. I dunno what to do.
I hope it starts working, I have plans on Saturday and would really like to go through with them, but if not I'll still live.
Well, everyone you should all read Carrios' blog, he started GHG 2 and it's just as good, if not better than part one.
You should all go and read it!
Well, gotta get ready if I'm going to make it to work on time!
Be safe and everyone, have a wonderful Wednesday!!!
-Sir Jestro
My car broke down when I picked my best friend up so take her to work, I felt like such an unreliable friend that day. I'm not sure if I should fix my car up, or just spend a few weeks [months even] saving up for a new car. I dunno what to do.
I hope it starts working, I have plans on Saturday and would really like to go through with them, but if not I'll still live.
Well, everyone you should all read Carrios' blog, he started GHG 2 and it's just as good, if not better than part one.
You should all go and read it!
Well, gotta get ready if I'm going to make it to work on time!
Be safe and everyone, have a wonderful Wednesday!!!
-Sir Jestro
Bitch
I know I'm going to break my record of 55 posts in a single month, but does it really count? I mean this month has been a lot more non-story posts, and very depressing poems. Where as May was mainly stories. You decide. I have a good feeling about August though, not only will my best friend be in a super duper uber awesome good mood because the special edition "Breaking Dawn" [Part four of the Twilight saga, for those of you who don't know] comes out on the 4th, which I believe is a Tuesday, and is also my father's 39th birthday.
I yelled at an old lady today, she was a fucking bitch.
"Do you take foodstamps!?" She yells upon entering my store, I'm covering Thanh's break.
"Yup!" I say as I set the black and red security caps into the tote [however it's spelled] where we collect them.
"Is that a yes!?" She screams. I stand up to face her.
"Yes, it's a yes!" I say.
"Where's the ice cream!?" She screams, already her voice is irritating me.
"Aisle One, over there." And I motion to where it is. Then she waddles off to the pharmacy. That's when some other woman walks up to the front.
"What a rude lady." She says, I chuckle. I'm already feeling depressed because I got into--not really a fight, but an unpleasant discussion with my best friend and said some stuff I instantly regretted.
So a few minutes go by, and there's a huge line, so big it takes all three of us closers, Tina, Thanh and I to work on it. And lucky me, I get angry foodstamps lady. First of all, she's one of those customers that just talks, and doesn't listen to a word you say, as if you aren't important to them. So she wants to split her items into two orders; one being solely the ice cream and the other being a sangria, some cigarettes and an eyeliner pencil. Cheap people annoy me. This woman had to scan every single cigarette, walking into Thanh's line [register two] through the people standing there, all to lean her little head over and squint for some magical cigarette to appear. What's the point in asking someone which the cheapest cigarettes are when you're just going to tell them somewhere else sells another brand for cheaper.
"But ma'am we don't sell GDPs." Or whatever the hell brand she said.
After a two minute ordeal of price checking we decided on Basic 100 Full Flavor. That was another thing, they HAD to be 100s.
"Gimmie Pail Mail [said it pail mail, it's spelled PALL MALL] full flavor 100s."
"We're all out."
"What kind of place doesn't have 100s?"
"A place that gets their shipment in tomorrow." I said, starting to feel like Liz, my most cherished friend in the world.
"What about blah blah blah!!!"
So after the cigarette ordeal, or five Thanh transactions, I scan up her items. I tell her the price and she pays me, only to start bitching AFTER the transaction is over that the price of the sangria she bought was wrong.
Why the fuck do people wait until after they paid me!? Your money must not be that important if you don't even check before spending it.
I tell her we have no control over alcohol and liquor prices.
"Well, it says back there that it's two for ten, and you charged me 8.99!" Yeah, lady because if I overcharge you the money goes to me. No, you fucking twat I get written up if I have too much money in my register!
"Show me." I say, already knowing it's a case of mistaken identity. I know there's not a cheaper CVS brand sitting right next to it, so I assume it's just not in the right place.
We walk over to where it is and not only is it the wrong item but the tag hadn't been pulled.
"This isn't what you bought, lady. And this says it expired."
"Well, that's false advertisement, you NEED to give me the sale price, I'm the customer, I'm ALWAYS right!" Ooooohh! Even if I weren't already in a depressingly angry mood that, that right there would have pissed me off. In no situation is anyone allowed to be that self-centered and those types of people literally drive me to the brink of destruction. As I walk down the aisles, back to my register, she's still screaming the same thing, only in different ways. So I break and scream back, still walking mind you.
"We can't sell you something you didn't buy, Ma'am! It's not my fault you grabbed the wrong thing!" Then I take her items and set them on Tina's register with no further words. All the regulars in line look at me like they want to cry, they've all never seen Pagliacci cry before, he's what brings joy into their lives.
But after shouting at her in a way that resembled Elizabeth much more than I care to admit, I felt oddly at ease, and then I understood why Liz was always such a bitch; because sometimes it just feels good.
Then I went on my break and wanted to tell her the story, but she was falling asleep and probably still upset with me, and possibly slightly confused at my sudden change in mood. But I think she'll enjoy this post much more than any phone call or conversation of me telling it.
Shit, it's three am. I have a feeling she won't text me, but I'll get some rest just in case she does. A best friend should always answer texts or calls, even if they're kind of asleep.
^_^
-Sir Jestro
I yelled at an old lady today, she was a fucking bitch.
"Do you take foodstamps!?" She yells upon entering my store, I'm covering Thanh's break.
"Yup!" I say as I set the black and red security caps into the tote [however it's spelled] where we collect them.
"Is that a yes!?" She screams. I stand up to face her.
"Yes, it's a yes!" I say.
"Where's the ice cream!?" She screams, already her voice is irritating me.
"Aisle One, over there." And I motion to where it is. Then she waddles off to the pharmacy. That's when some other woman walks up to the front.
"What a rude lady." She says, I chuckle. I'm already feeling depressed because I got into--not really a fight, but an unpleasant discussion with my best friend and said some stuff I instantly regretted.
So a few minutes go by, and there's a huge line, so big it takes all three of us closers, Tina, Thanh and I to work on it. And lucky me, I get angry foodstamps lady. First of all, she's one of those customers that just talks, and doesn't listen to a word you say, as if you aren't important to them. So she wants to split her items into two orders; one being solely the ice cream and the other being a sangria, some cigarettes and an eyeliner pencil. Cheap people annoy me. This woman had to scan every single cigarette, walking into Thanh's line [register two] through the people standing there, all to lean her little head over and squint for some magical cigarette to appear. What's the point in asking someone which the cheapest cigarettes are when you're just going to tell them somewhere else sells another brand for cheaper.
"But ma'am we don't sell GDPs." Or whatever the hell brand she said.
After a two minute ordeal of price checking we decided on Basic 100 Full Flavor. That was another thing, they HAD to be 100s.
"Gimmie Pail Mail [said it pail mail, it's spelled PALL MALL] full flavor 100s."
"We're all out."
"What kind of place doesn't have 100s?"
"A place that gets their shipment in tomorrow." I said, starting to feel like Liz, my most cherished friend in the world.
"What about blah blah blah!!!"
So after the cigarette ordeal, or five Thanh transactions, I scan up her items. I tell her the price and she pays me, only to start bitching AFTER the transaction is over that the price of the sangria she bought was wrong.
Why the fuck do people wait until after they paid me!? Your money must not be that important if you don't even check before spending it.
I tell her we have no control over alcohol and liquor prices.
"Well, it says back there that it's two for ten, and you charged me 8.99!" Yeah, lady because if I overcharge you the money goes to me. No, you fucking twat I get written up if I have too much money in my register!
"Show me." I say, already knowing it's a case of mistaken identity. I know there's not a cheaper CVS brand sitting right next to it, so I assume it's just not in the right place.
We walk over to where it is and not only is it the wrong item but the tag hadn't been pulled.
"This isn't what you bought, lady. And this says it expired."
"Well, that's false advertisement, you NEED to give me the sale price, I'm the customer, I'm ALWAYS right!" Ooooohh! Even if I weren't already in a depressingly angry mood that, that right there would have pissed me off. In no situation is anyone allowed to be that self-centered and those types of people literally drive me to the brink of destruction. As I walk down the aisles, back to my register, she's still screaming the same thing, only in different ways. So I break and scream back, still walking mind you.
"We can't sell you something you didn't buy, Ma'am! It's not my fault you grabbed the wrong thing!" Then I take her items and set them on Tina's register with no further words. All the regulars in line look at me like they want to cry, they've all never seen Pagliacci cry before, he's what brings joy into their lives.
But after shouting at her in a way that resembled Elizabeth much more than I care to admit, I felt oddly at ease, and then I understood why Liz was always such a bitch; because sometimes it just feels good.
Then I went on my break and wanted to tell her the story, but she was falling asleep and probably still upset with me, and possibly slightly confused at my sudden change in mood. But I think she'll enjoy this post much more than any phone call or conversation of me telling it.
Shit, it's three am. I have a feeling she won't text me, but I'll get some rest just in case she does. A best friend should always answer texts or calls, even if they're kind of asleep.
^_^
-Sir Jestro
Cry Clown, Cry [Part One of Five]
I am one of the last.
The few Clowns that still inhabit this planet. The Imperial Republic of Reconstruction have set their eyes on those they've deemed "Magical". I think it's bull, they just want to wipe out any sort of threat, and creature that the humans find themselves afraid of.
My existence is like a bounty. A huge fucking bull's eye that says, "Hey, I'm different, kill me!". They just had to start with the Clowns, didn't they?
Now, if I were smart I would have stayed away from London, one of the major human cities, mainly because of their mass production of steel and steam engines. The humans call this time The Industrial Revolution, I call it The End of Days.
There's no way to hide my markings, they were given to me at birth. All clowns are born with these birth marks. Our skin a bright white color, huge circles around our lips--different depending on what time of year you were born. I am orange, which means I was born in the spring, although I've never been cheerful. It is customary for clowns to make other races laugh, it was our way of preventing hostel take overs for hundreds of years, but I can only seem to make myself cry.
The tears stop, sure, but no clown should cry as much as I do. It's as if I am the fountain of my entire species sorrow.
How am I still alive, you might ask yourself. Most of us clowns are bards, wandering performers, but I am not. I was far more interested in gaining knowledges, some call me a Blue Mage because I learn the spells of those I defeat in battle. Many do not know this, but we clowns are cousins to the Illithid or as the humans refer to them, The Mind Flayers, because of our tentacles. Most do not understand at first, but yes, clowns have tentacles--inside their mouths that only reveal themselves when a clown has killed another creature. We use the tentacles to extract the brain from the creature and learn something that it knew.
Take for example, the old bard I killed when he challenged me to a duel after I refused to pay him for telling a joke. From him I learned a magical ability known as 'feather fall'. For most, it just makes them fall to the earth slower, which it also does for me, but because of what I am, I inflate. Some races must find that funny, I do not.
Back to why I am here. I am in London, during a time when steam energy is the most used and reliable energy, in hopes to destroy The Imperial Army.
I walk down the streets, staying close to the walls, keeping myself covered. I try to make myself, at only a glance, appear to be nothing more than a stout human male. I'm trying to find some sort of rebel group, who has the same idea as I. So I seek out other magical creatures who may be hiding in the city. So far, it's been two days and not a single magical creature in sight. There's always tomorrow though.
-Sir Jestro
The few Clowns that still inhabit this planet. The Imperial Republic of Reconstruction have set their eyes on those they've deemed "Magical". I think it's bull, they just want to wipe out any sort of threat, and creature that the humans find themselves afraid of.
My existence is like a bounty. A huge fucking bull's eye that says, "Hey, I'm different, kill me!". They just had to start with the Clowns, didn't they?
Now, if I were smart I would have stayed away from London, one of the major human cities, mainly because of their mass production of steel and steam engines. The humans call this time The Industrial Revolution, I call it The End of Days.
There's no way to hide my markings, they were given to me at birth. All clowns are born with these birth marks. Our skin a bright white color, huge circles around our lips--different depending on what time of year you were born. I am orange, which means I was born in the spring, although I've never been cheerful. It is customary for clowns to make other races laugh, it was our way of preventing hostel take overs for hundreds of years, but I can only seem to make myself cry.
The tears stop, sure, but no clown should cry as much as I do. It's as if I am the fountain of my entire species sorrow.
How am I still alive, you might ask yourself. Most of us clowns are bards, wandering performers, but I am not. I was far more interested in gaining knowledges, some call me a Blue Mage because I learn the spells of those I defeat in battle. Many do not know this, but we clowns are cousins to the Illithid or as the humans refer to them, The Mind Flayers, because of our tentacles. Most do not understand at first, but yes, clowns have tentacles--inside their mouths that only reveal themselves when a clown has killed another creature. We use the tentacles to extract the brain from the creature and learn something that it knew.
Take for example, the old bard I killed when he challenged me to a duel after I refused to pay him for telling a joke. From him I learned a magical ability known as 'feather fall'. For most, it just makes them fall to the earth slower, which it also does for me, but because of what I am, I inflate. Some races must find that funny, I do not.
Back to why I am here. I am in London, during a time when steam energy is the most used and reliable energy, in hopes to destroy The Imperial Army.
I walk down the streets, staying close to the walls, keeping myself covered. I try to make myself, at only a glance, appear to be nothing more than a stout human male. I'm trying to find some sort of rebel group, who has the same idea as I. So I seek out other magical creatures who may be hiding in the city. So far, it's been two days and not a single magical creature in sight. There's always tomorrow though.
-Sir Jestro
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Slightly Stupid
So you asked for a change?
I'm not sure if I understand all of what you mean.
No more honesty?
So I should lie to you? And you to me?
That seems slightly stupid.
If we're having so much difficulty doesn't that mean it's a good thing.
The two of us?
But eventually a choice will have to be made.
One of us will be hurt.
And I guess by technically not changing what you already had, makes it easier.
But either way you know you'll lose someone dear to you.
You shouldn't be so afraid.
Things will be as they should be, either happy or unhappy.
Let's hope you make the right decision.
-Sir Jestro
I'm not sure if I understand all of what you mean.
No more honesty?
So I should lie to you? And you to me?
That seems slightly stupid.
If we're having so much difficulty doesn't that mean it's a good thing.
The two of us?
But eventually a choice will have to be made.
One of us will be hurt.
And I guess by technically not changing what you already had, makes it easier.
But either way you know you'll lose someone dear to you.
You shouldn't be so afraid.
Things will be as they should be, either happy or unhappy.
Let's hope you make the right decision.
-Sir Jestro
Burn the Light [Part Two of Two]
"Anthony, this is nice." Jenny said wrapped in his arms, her head resting on his chest. "I haven't had this kind of companionship in...Geeze, I can't even remember."
"I'm glad to give you such companionship, Jenny." Anthony said.
"You know, it's funny." She began. "Up until four hours ago I thought I was going to be alone forever, faking a smile. You know, cheering other people's lives up, but having no one to cheer mine up." She said. Anthony breathed in the scent of her hair, it made his mouth water. "Did you ever feel the same way?"
"Honestly, no." Anthony said, she sat up to face him. "I reside with my father across the way, he has been my keeper since the beginning of my life, he has always been there for me."
"It must be nice having someone to care about you unconditionally." Jenny said.
"It is, even though sometimes I feel as though I should move on. That I should find someone new." Anthony said.
"Well, I'm here." Jenny said giggling.
Anthony laughed. Jenny leaned in and kissed him on the lips.
"Anthony?" She asked. "Can you stay and watch the sunrise with me? It's in about a half of an hour." Anthony shot to his feet.
"No, no!" He was almost shouting. "I apologize but I am late for an engagement. It completely slipped my mind."
"It's okay." She said hiding her hurt. "Will you be back later?"
"Yes." He said. Then he walked over to her and sat down next to her. She leaned in and kissed him again.
"See you soon, Anthony." She said as he headed towards the door.
"Good night, Jenny."
As Anthony walked through the corridors of his building, past all the strung up humans, hanging on chains, he started whistling. Cannon in D, some of you might know it as 'the wedding song'. Regardless, Anthony strolled down the rows and rows of humans, toying with them as he saw fit. He selected one and pulled him off of the giant meat hook. The young man screamed, Anthony set him down on the floor. The man pleaded with incoherent words, mumbled together in sobs and gasps.
"Puh, puh, puh...Please!" The man pleaded. Anthony grasped the man's wrist and drug him across the floor, the heavy body slowing his jolly march. Anthony reached the old kitchen [the place used to be an old assembly line, complete with kitchen and showering facility] and lifted the pleading man onto one of the many dusty tables.
"Duh, duh, duh...Don't!" The man screamed. Anthony paid no attention and quickly bit down hard on the man's neck. This is the only time a vampire can feel his own heart beat, when he sucks the life from another creature. The thunderous drumming pounded in his ears, a sensation that never wore thin.
As the man's hold on Anthony grew weaker Anthony knew it was time to end the drinking so he broke free of the pleasuring sensation. He relished in the blood and the firing of his nerves for a few moments then regained his sense of reality. He looked down at the man, still alive, whimpering and shaking uncontrollably, his face white, his lips purple. Anthony placed each hand on the man's cheeks and with an action too fast to see, broke the man's neck. Anthony then took the body to the showering facility and placed him in the center of the community shower. He walked towards another door and flipped a switch, a clear liquid came rushing out of the many shower heads. Within seconds the man's body had completely dissolved into nothing.
Anthony cheerfully walked into the cellar where he found his father, lying beside his coffin waiting.
"Son." His father said. "You were playing a deadly game staying out so late."
"Father, there is nothing for you to worry yourself over. You see, I am here and still much alive as ever."
"If you call this existence 'alive'". His father said mournfully.
"Father, don't worry." Anthony reassured his father. "Nothing bad will come of this."
"And if some bad should come?" He asked.
"Then I will deal with it."
"Rightfully so." His father said. "And Anthony, that girl will be taken from the home today, mid day. Will you be fine with that?" His father asked.
"Why have you only waited until now to tell me this, Father!?" Anthony shouted.
"The vision has only just come to me, Son." He said. Anthony started pacing back and forth.
"Why is she to be taken away?" He asked.
"Your presence upset her, she has become aware of all she has been without and is now hurting herself, she believes you will never return." He said.
"Why does she think such an absurd thing!?" Anthony shouted.
"It was in your manner of leaving, all of a sudden, without warning. It reminded her of when her father left. He never returned."
"Father, what should I do?" Anthony asked frantically.
"Do what ever it may be tat you will be most happy with. If risking your own destruction is worth being with a human, who you might one day bring into our family--or remain alone with--is worth it, then by all means go for it. But if staying here, with all the food you will ever need, and a companion who will never leave you is more important, then stay beside me." His father said.
"Father, how much time do I have?" Anthony said disregarding his father's wishes for him to stay.
"You have three hours, my son." He said. Anthony ran from the cellar. He ran through the corridors and to the front door. He kicked it open and stood just beyond the rays of light shinning in on the floor. His breathing became unsteady as he stood so close to the edge. One foolish step would surely lead to his fiery death.
"Son." His father's cold hand was on his shoulder. "Never have I heard of a tale where a vampire has risked his own existence for a human by rushing to save her in broad daylight. The odds are against you."
"I am aware of that, Father." He said. "But she makes me happy. A different kind of happy than I could find here, with you."
"I take no offense in that statement, son. But is that happiness worth it?"
"I think it might be." Anthony said inches away from the harsh rays of the sun.
"The grass isn't always greener on the other side, Anthony."
"How will I ever know if I never venture to find out?"
"That is the true nature of love, my son. There is no logic in it, it just works, and never in the perfect sort of way, but in a way all it's own." His father turned him. "I am very proud to have been with you so long, but now you must go."
"I am afraid." Anthony said.
"So am I." He said. "I know it is pointless for me to say this, but once you step out there, you are completely on your own."
"I am well aware of that." Anthony said. "But I think I can make it."
Just then a white van parked in front of the halfway house.
"It is happening sooner than I predicted." His father said astonished. Then four armored men ran from the van and rushed into the building.
"This had to happen during the day, didn't it?" Anthony asked, his tone playful.
"Yes, I believe so." His father chuckled.
"I hate the sun, I wish I could burn the light, darkness for always." Anthony said. "I bid you adieu, Father."
"It was a pleasure, Son."
With that Anthony sprinted through the open door, his skin heating up instantly. He screamed and within three steps was completely ablaze. He kept his pace as steady as he could, he could feel his flesh burning into nothing. He sprinted faster, trying to block out the pain. Nothing made sense now, all he could concentrate on was the pain, that bright orange shooting up from his limps. His eyes were closed but he must have felt close enough because he dove for the halfway house. When he hit the ground he tumbled and smashed through the wooden front doors. He looked around for any humans, he was still on fire, they looked at him panic in their eyes.
The old woman rushed to him, he grabbed her around the neck and pulled her to his black charred mouth. His fangs extended and sank into her jugular. As he drank the burns went away, the color slowly came back to certain areas of his body. Two men ran t aid the old woman, as they neared Anthony threw her to the ground and rolled to his feet, smothering some, but not all, of the flames. He grabbed one of the men and started drinking his blood, bringing the man inches away from death. Then again to the other. He stood there, in the open doorway, covered in blood and surrounded by three dead bodies with nothing more than a sun burn. He walked over each of them and crushed their chests, then made his way upstairs to find Jenny.
He rushed up the stairs and found her fighting the four armored men as they carried her down the hallway. He ran up to one and smashed his face into the wall beside them, leaving nothing more than pieces of bone and armor, covered in blood. Then to another he sliced his head off with his long, diamond strong nails. Blood shot out like a kung-fu movie. The two carrying Jenny looked at Anthony, petrified.
"You came back." She smiled.
Then one of the guards moved to pacify Anthony. He extended his arm, which Anthony shattered then he wrapped his hands around the guard's mask, and broke his neck.
"Let the girl go." Anthony said to the last remaining guard. He did and ran off, frightened.
"Thank you so much, Anthony!" She said as they embraced. "I was so afraid you wouldn't come back, that I was just some one-night-stand."
"No, you could never be that, Jenny." He said as she looked up, into his eyes. They kissed and went into her room.
"Now show me that strength you've been hiding." She said giggling.
"Are you sure?" He asked.
"Oh, yeah." She said. "I haven't been fucked in months!"
They laughed.
-Sir Jestro
"I'm glad to give you such companionship, Jenny." Anthony said.
"You know, it's funny." She began. "Up until four hours ago I thought I was going to be alone forever, faking a smile. You know, cheering other people's lives up, but having no one to cheer mine up." She said. Anthony breathed in the scent of her hair, it made his mouth water. "Did you ever feel the same way?"
"Honestly, no." Anthony said, she sat up to face him. "I reside with my father across the way, he has been my keeper since the beginning of my life, he has always been there for me."
"It must be nice having someone to care about you unconditionally." Jenny said.
"It is, even though sometimes I feel as though I should move on. That I should find someone new." Anthony said.
"Well, I'm here." Jenny said giggling.
Anthony laughed. Jenny leaned in and kissed him on the lips.
"Anthony?" She asked. "Can you stay and watch the sunrise with me? It's in about a half of an hour." Anthony shot to his feet.
"No, no!" He was almost shouting. "I apologize but I am late for an engagement. It completely slipped my mind."
"It's okay." She said hiding her hurt. "Will you be back later?"
"Yes." He said. Then he walked over to her and sat down next to her. She leaned in and kissed him again.
"See you soon, Anthony." She said as he headed towards the door.
"Good night, Jenny."
As Anthony walked through the corridors of his building, past all the strung up humans, hanging on chains, he started whistling. Cannon in D, some of you might know it as 'the wedding song'. Regardless, Anthony strolled down the rows and rows of humans, toying with them as he saw fit. He selected one and pulled him off of the giant meat hook. The young man screamed, Anthony set him down on the floor. The man pleaded with incoherent words, mumbled together in sobs and gasps.
"Puh, puh, puh...Please!" The man pleaded. Anthony grasped the man's wrist and drug him across the floor, the heavy body slowing his jolly march. Anthony reached the old kitchen [the place used to be an old assembly line, complete with kitchen and showering facility] and lifted the pleading man onto one of the many dusty tables.
"Duh, duh, duh...Don't!" The man screamed. Anthony paid no attention and quickly bit down hard on the man's neck. This is the only time a vampire can feel his own heart beat, when he sucks the life from another creature. The thunderous drumming pounded in his ears, a sensation that never wore thin.
As the man's hold on Anthony grew weaker Anthony knew it was time to end the drinking so he broke free of the pleasuring sensation. He relished in the blood and the firing of his nerves for a few moments then regained his sense of reality. He looked down at the man, still alive, whimpering and shaking uncontrollably, his face white, his lips purple. Anthony placed each hand on the man's cheeks and with an action too fast to see, broke the man's neck. Anthony then took the body to the showering facility and placed him in the center of the community shower. He walked towards another door and flipped a switch, a clear liquid came rushing out of the many shower heads. Within seconds the man's body had completely dissolved into nothing.
Anthony cheerfully walked into the cellar where he found his father, lying beside his coffin waiting.
"Son." His father said. "You were playing a deadly game staying out so late."
"Father, there is nothing for you to worry yourself over. You see, I am here and still much alive as ever."
"If you call this existence 'alive'". His father said mournfully.
"Father, don't worry." Anthony reassured his father. "Nothing bad will come of this."
"And if some bad should come?" He asked.
"Then I will deal with it."
"Rightfully so." His father said. "And Anthony, that girl will be taken from the home today, mid day. Will you be fine with that?" His father asked.
"Why have you only waited until now to tell me this, Father!?" Anthony shouted.
"The vision has only just come to me, Son." He said. Anthony started pacing back and forth.
"Why is she to be taken away?" He asked.
"Your presence upset her, she has become aware of all she has been without and is now hurting herself, she believes you will never return." He said.
"Why does she think such an absurd thing!?" Anthony shouted.
"It was in your manner of leaving, all of a sudden, without warning. It reminded her of when her father left. He never returned."
"Father, what should I do?" Anthony asked frantically.
"Do what ever it may be tat you will be most happy with. If risking your own destruction is worth being with a human, who you might one day bring into our family--or remain alone with--is worth it, then by all means go for it. But if staying here, with all the food you will ever need, and a companion who will never leave you is more important, then stay beside me." His father said.
"Father, how much time do I have?" Anthony said disregarding his father's wishes for him to stay.
"You have three hours, my son." He said. Anthony ran from the cellar. He ran through the corridors and to the front door. He kicked it open and stood just beyond the rays of light shinning in on the floor. His breathing became unsteady as he stood so close to the edge. One foolish step would surely lead to his fiery death.
"Son." His father's cold hand was on his shoulder. "Never have I heard of a tale where a vampire has risked his own existence for a human by rushing to save her in broad daylight. The odds are against you."
"I am aware of that, Father." He said. "But she makes me happy. A different kind of happy than I could find here, with you."
"I take no offense in that statement, son. But is that happiness worth it?"
"I think it might be." Anthony said inches away from the harsh rays of the sun.
"The grass isn't always greener on the other side, Anthony."
"How will I ever know if I never venture to find out?"
"That is the true nature of love, my son. There is no logic in it, it just works, and never in the perfect sort of way, but in a way all it's own." His father turned him. "I am very proud to have been with you so long, but now you must go."
"I am afraid." Anthony said.
"So am I." He said. "I know it is pointless for me to say this, but once you step out there, you are completely on your own."
"I am well aware of that." Anthony said. "But I think I can make it."
Just then a white van parked in front of the halfway house.
"It is happening sooner than I predicted." His father said astonished. Then four armored men ran from the van and rushed into the building.
"This had to happen during the day, didn't it?" Anthony asked, his tone playful.
"Yes, I believe so." His father chuckled.
"I hate the sun, I wish I could burn the light, darkness for always." Anthony said. "I bid you adieu, Father."
"It was a pleasure, Son."
With that Anthony sprinted through the open door, his skin heating up instantly. He screamed and within three steps was completely ablaze. He kept his pace as steady as he could, he could feel his flesh burning into nothing. He sprinted faster, trying to block out the pain. Nothing made sense now, all he could concentrate on was the pain, that bright orange shooting up from his limps. His eyes were closed but he must have felt close enough because he dove for the halfway house. When he hit the ground he tumbled and smashed through the wooden front doors. He looked around for any humans, he was still on fire, they looked at him panic in their eyes.
The old woman rushed to him, he grabbed her around the neck and pulled her to his black charred mouth. His fangs extended and sank into her jugular. As he drank the burns went away, the color slowly came back to certain areas of his body. Two men ran t aid the old woman, as they neared Anthony threw her to the ground and rolled to his feet, smothering some, but not all, of the flames. He grabbed one of the men and started drinking his blood, bringing the man inches away from death. Then again to the other. He stood there, in the open doorway, covered in blood and surrounded by three dead bodies with nothing more than a sun burn. He walked over each of them and crushed their chests, then made his way upstairs to find Jenny.
He rushed up the stairs and found her fighting the four armored men as they carried her down the hallway. He ran up to one and smashed his face into the wall beside them, leaving nothing more than pieces of bone and armor, covered in blood. Then to another he sliced his head off with his long, diamond strong nails. Blood shot out like a kung-fu movie. The two carrying Jenny looked at Anthony, petrified.
"You came back." She smiled.
Then one of the guards moved to pacify Anthony. He extended his arm, which Anthony shattered then he wrapped his hands around the guard's mask, and broke his neck.
"Let the girl go." Anthony said to the last remaining guard. He did and ran off, frightened.
"Thank you so much, Anthony!" She said as they embraced. "I was so afraid you wouldn't come back, that I was just some one-night-stand."
"No, you could never be that, Jenny." He said as she looked up, into his eyes. They kissed and went into her room.
"Now show me that strength you've been hiding." She said giggling.
"Are you sure?" He asked.
"Oh, yeah." She said. "I haven't been fucked in months!"
They laughed.
-Sir Jestro
Burn the Light [Part One Of Two]
"What are you gazing upon, out there, son?" A Vampire said to the one and only human he had ever turned, his 'son' Anthony.
"Well, dad." Anthony began. "I want to see what it is, over there--in the next building over, that makes so much light."
"Well, my son." His father said. "Humans have electricity and lights, I'm sure you remember that, from your old life?"
"I do. But never have I seen such beauty." Anthony said, gazing out the window.
"Son, come to cellar, the sun will be rising soon." His father beckoned grasping Anthony's elbow gently.
"Father?" Anthony mused as he pulled himself away from the black window, the only exposed window in the entire building they lived in. "Would you be hurt if I were to eventually leave your company, one day?"
His father was quite for sometime after the question was asked.
"Anthony," He said. "if the company I provide you is not what gives you solace, then by all means, find those who do give you the company you so desire. Should you ever feel the need to return, on such an occasion, there will always be a coffin in the cellar for you."
They chuckled.
The next evening Anthony stood at the exposed window, gazing across the gap, to the other building.
"Anthony." His father said approaching him. "Why not walk over there and request an entrance into th building?"
"But Father, I couldn't!" Anthony shouted.
"And why is that?" His father asked.
"I...I don't know...She--"
"Oh, so there's a woman across the way. I see." His father said.
"Do you think less of me, Father?" Anthony inquired.
"Not at all, Son. We are men, and we are vampires. Our entire existence is based upon addiction and the craving for blood, and flesh. So tell me, is she human?"
"I can not tell from this distance, but she seems to never sleep." Anthony said opening the heavy curtain.
"Then go over there and find out." His father said.
"But I--"
"But you what? Are a vampire. We are what their nightmares are made of, what have you to fear?" His father asked growing impatient.
"Etiquette." Anthony said, defeated.
"My son, life is precious, even to us Vampires. We can be killed, either by sunlight or by wooden stakes, holy water, those sorts of things. With that being said, you shouldn't think of yourself as immortal, and therefore should not waste any time."
"But father, suppose I go over there and become more found of the girl than to you? You are my first love, you gave me this life, this outlook, this gift." Anthony said.
"As I stated last evening, if your absolute happiness comes from another vampire, or human, whatever she may be--I will support your decision, for you too are my first love." His father said.
"But how can I be sure that the life I spend with her will be better or more fulfilling than the one I have now?"
"Anything new is, in itself fulfilling, my son. The choice is up to you, ultimately."
"Father, you would be completely content, should I choose to abandon you? If tomorrow I was no longer here, beside you, your eternal companion, and instead I try my hand at this girl we have no knowledge of?" Anthony asked, they began walking down into the cellar.
"Anthony, of course I would be upset, but it all depends on your manner in departing. Eventually all wounds heal, and since we Vampires feel no effects of aging, for us they heal faster than other creatures."
"I'm distraught, Father."
"I know, Anthony."
The next evening, just after sunset, Anthony walked across the street, leaving his run down industrial building, to the building he had been gazing upon for days. He reached the door, lifted his arm, and knocked. He waited a few moments and heard shuffling of feet against the floor behind the door. An old woman answered the door.
"Yes, may I help you young man?" She asked her voice weak from age.
"Hello, Ma'am. I live across the street and wish to inquire as to what produces the light coming from," He stepped backward and pointed to the girl's window. "that window."
"Oh, that's Jenny's room. She loves blacks light and all sorts of lights. Girl loves colors, always has lights flashing in her room. Would you like me to tell her to cover her window?" The old woman asked.
"No, that won't be necessary, Ma'am." Anthony said with a smile.
"Oh, alright. Would you like to come in a speak with her, then?" The old woman asked, she was clearly trying to be a match maker.
"I'd like that very much so." Anthony said and stepped inside the building.
"People here don't usually get to have visitors, especially ones of the opposite sex. It helps to just cut off all types of addictions, you know?"
"I assume this is some sort of halfway house." Anthony said.
"We don't like those titles. We're just a place that helps people who need help, they come and go as they please." She said. "But Jenny is a dear, always so polite, sometimes I wonder why she's even here."
"May I ask why?" Anthony asked.
"Ecstasy. That was her drug of choice, but she seems so fine without it; always smiling, always happy. Everyone loves her, she can brighten the gloomiest of faces. That girl has a gift." The old woman said as they began to ascend the stairs.
"She sounds amazing." Anthony said.
"That word doesn't even grasp it, young man." The old woman looked back at him. "What is your name, anyhow?"
"Anthony." He said.
"Do they have last names where you come from?" She asked turning back up towards the top of the stairs.
"My last name, given to me by my father, is Roussolinni."
"That sounds like some kind of pasta." The old woman said. "I love pasta, you used to be able to give me some pasta and I'd just go crazy. I once sucked a colored fella's cock because he brought me pasta, can't remember what kind it was though...Oh, well."
They turned a corner and stopped.
"Here we are." She said and opened the door. "Jenny! This is Anthony, he wants to met you. Have fun." She started walking past Anthony, who stood completely still. "Well, what are you waiting for? She was just telling me how horny she's been, no sex in six months can do that to a girl. You'd better make her hurt tonight." Then she waddled off into the distance. Anthony slowly entered the room.
"Did she tell you I haven't had sex in six months?" Jenny asked. Anthony nodded. "She always does that. But it's true."
"I apologize." Anthony said very uncomfortable in the current situation.
"It's fine. So what's up?" She asked.
"Well, I don't mean to impose or make you uncomfortable but I live," He pointed out the window toward his own. "right over there and I couldn't help but notice the constant light coming from your window."
"Oh, I'm sorry!" She said and jumped to her feet, turning a few off.
"No, it was no problem. I just thought that it would be the lights, not you, that would hold my attention." He said.
Jenny looked at him.
"You're funny, I like you." Jenny said starting to blush. "You should come over more often."
-Sir Jestro
"Well, dad." Anthony began. "I want to see what it is, over there--in the next building over, that makes so much light."
"Well, my son." His father said. "Humans have electricity and lights, I'm sure you remember that, from your old life?"
"I do. But never have I seen such beauty." Anthony said, gazing out the window.
"Son, come to cellar, the sun will be rising soon." His father beckoned grasping Anthony's elbow gently.
"Father?" Anthony mused as he pulled himself away from the black window, the only exposed window in the entire building they lived in. "Would you be hurt if I were to eventually leave your company, one day?"
His father was quite for sometime after the question was asked.
"Anthony," He said. "if the company I provide you is not what gives you solace, then by all means, find those who do give you the company you so desire. Should you ever feel the need to return, on such an occasion, there will always be a coffin in the cellar for you."
They chuckled.
The next evening Anthony stood at the exposed window, gazing across the gap, to the other building.
"Anthony." His father said approaching him. "Why not walk over there and request an entrance into th building?"
"But Father, I couldn't!" Anthony shouted.
"And why is that?" His father asked.
"I...I don't know...She--"
"Oh, so there's a woman across the way. I see." His father said.
"Do you think less of me, Father?" Anthony inquired.
"Not at all, Son. We are men, and we are vampires. Our entire existence is based upon addiction and the craving for blood, and flesh. So tell me, is she human?"
"I can not tell from this distance, but she seems to never sleep." Anthony said opening the heavy curtain.
"Then go over there and find out." His father said.
"But I--"
"But you what? Are a vampire. We are what their nightmares are made of, what have you to fear?" His father asked growing impatient.
"Etiquette." Anthony said, defeated.
"My son, life is precious, even to us Vampires. We can be killed, either by sunlight or by wooden stakes, holy water, those sorts of things. With that being said, you shouldn't think of yourself as immortal, and therefore should not waste any time."
"But father, suppose I go over there and become more found of the girl than to you? You are my first love, you gave me this life, this outlook, this gift." Anthony said.
"As I stated last evening, if your absolute happiness comes from another vampire, or human, whatever she may be--I will support your decision, for you too are my first love." His father said.
"But how can I be sure that the life I spend with her will be better or more fulfilling than the one I have now?"
"Anything new is, in itself fulfilling, my son. The choice is up to you, ultimately."
"Father, you would be completely content, should I choose to abandon you? If tomorrow I was no longer here, beside you, your eternal companion, and instead I try my hand at this girl we have no knowledge of?" Anthony asked, they began walking down into the cellar.
"Anthony, of course I would be upset, but it all depends on your manner in departing. Eventually all wounds heal, and since we Vampires feel no effects of aging, for us they heal faster than other creatures."
"I'm distraught, Father."
"I know, Anthony."
The next evening, just after sunset, Anthony walked across the street, leaving his run down industrial building, to the building he had been gazing upon for days. He reached the door, lifted his arm, and knocked. He waited a few moments and heard shuffling of feet against the floor behind the door. An old woman answered the door.
"Yes, may I help you young man?" She asked her voice weak from age.
"Hello, Ma'am. I live across the street and wish to inquire as to what produces the light coming from," He stepped backward and pointed to the girl's window. "that window."
"Oh, that's Jenny's room. She loves blacks light and all sorts of lights. Girl loves colors, always has lights flashing in her room. Would you like me to tell her to cover her window?" The old woman asked.
"No, that won't be necessary, Ma'am." Anthony said with a smile.
"Oh, alright. Would you like to come in a speak with her, then?" The old woman asked, she was clearly trying to be a match maker.
"I'd like that very much so." Anthony said and stepped inside the building.
"People here don't usually get to have visitors, especially ones of the opposite sex. It helps to just cut off all types of addictions, you know?"
"I assume this is some sort of halfway house." Anthony said.
"We don't like those titles. We're just a place that helps people who need help, they come and go as they please." She said. "But Jenny is a dear, always so polite, sometimes I wonder why she's even here."
"May I ask why?" Anthony asked.
"Ecstasy. That was her drug of choice, but she seems so fine without it; always smiling, always happy. Everyone loves her, she can brighten the gloomiest of faces. That girl has a gift." The old woman said as they began to ascend the stairs.
"She sounds amazing." Anthony said.
"That word doesn't even grasp it, young man." The old woman looked back at him. "What is your name, anyhow?"
"Anthony." He said.
"Do they have last names where you come from?" She asked turning back up towards the top of the stairs.
"My last name, given to me by my father, is Roussolinni."
"That sounds like some kind of pasta." The old woman said. "I love pasta, you used to be able to give me some pasta and I'd just go crazy. I once sucked a colored fella's cock because he brought me pasta, can't remember what kind it was though...Oh, well."
They turned a corner and stopped.
"Here we are." She said and opened the door. "Jenny! This is Anthony, he wants to met you. Have fun." She started walking past Anthony, who stood completely still. "Well, what are you waiting for? She was just telling me how horny she's been, no sex in six months can do that to a girl. You'd better make her hurt tonight." Then she waddled off into the distance. Anthony slowly entered the room.
"Did she tell you I haven't had sex in six months?" Jenny asked. Anthony nodded. "She always does that. But it's true."
"I apologize." Anthony said very uncomfortable in the current situation.
"It's fine. So what's up?" She asked.
"Well, I don't mean to impose or make you uncomfortable but I live," He pointed out the window toward his own. "right over there and I couldn't help but notice the constant light coming from your window."
"Oh, I'm sorry!" She said and jumped to her feet, turning a few off.
"No, it was no problem. I just thought that it would be the lights, not you, that would hold my attention." He said.
Jenny looked at him.
"You're funny, I like you." Jenny said starting to blush. "You should come over more often."
-Sir Jestro
The Seventh Bowl: Chapter Eight
The humans have tried to shelter themselves inside of a cave just outside of Pandium. We have decided to burrow underneath them as they hide, ignorant to their impending demise. A special team of digging bots are being assembled to ensure the humans within the cave are dealt with.
A strange occurrence has taken place, during our conquest of Pandium; a human male split in two. Or better yet, spawned another from himself. Not a normal happening with humans of his sex. The second human did not read as a human at all, on the heat and bio-signature scans. The second male seem more highly evolved than the first. Searches have begun to seek out similar humans and study them, we might find the secret to their evolution through these means. Those discoveries would greatly aid us, not only in our own evolution, but in understanding our enemy enough to complete obliterate them from the face of the planet they so savagely destroyed.
Advances are continuing in other nations around the globe. Many traitorous machine cities have also been wiped out. We have gathered all the leaders and ambassadors from each of the cities we have conquered, as well as the countries we soon will. We plan to gather each of these leaders and discover where the problems originated, where insubordination of leadership took place. That way we can eradicate it.
We plan to march forward in all areas, the war machines are nearly functional and will be sent into the battle field within weeks.
More updates as they unfold.
General 1337
-Sir Jestro
A strange occurrence has taken place, during our conquest of Pandium; a human male split in two. Or better yet, spawned another from himself. Not a normal happening with humans of his sex. The second human did not read as a human at all, on the heat and bio-signature scans. The second male seem more highly evolved than the first. Searches have begun to seek out similar humans and study them, we might find the secret to their evolution through these means. Those discoveries would greatly aid us, not only in our own evolution, but in understanding our enemy enough to complete obliterate them from the face of the planet they so savagely destroyed.
Advances are continuing in other nations around the globe. Many traitorous machine cities have also been wiped out. We have gathered all the leaders and ambassadors from each of the cities we have conquered, as well as the countries we soon will. We plan to gather each of these leaders and discover where the problems originated, where insubordination of leadership took place. That way we can eradicate it.
We plan to march forward in all areas, the war machines are nearly functional and will be sent into the battle field within weeks.
More updates as they unfold.
General 1337
-Sir Jestro
Dry Eyes
It died, left on the side the road,
To rot and be picked apart by carrion,
And I just sat there and watched,
Watched as the insides were ripped out.
I try my hardest to cry,
To ease the pain,
A way of mourning the loss I'd just seen,
But nothing happens.
I'm stuck,
My emotions trapped inside,
They seem to have only become words,
Too afraid to come out.
I was so close to letting myself make the same mistake,
And somewhere deep inside I did,
And it hits me when I watch the corpse on the side of the road,
But I can't shed a tear.
I push it's dead body,
And will push it where ever I go,
Until I become numb and the weight doesn't fatigue me,
But how long will that take?
-Sir Jestro
To rot and be picked apart by carrion,
And I just sat there and watched,
Watched as the insides were ripped out.
I try my hardest to cry,
To ease the pain,
A way of mourning the loss I'd just seen,
But nothing happens.
I'm stuck,
My emotions trapped inside,
They seem to have only become words,
Too afraid to come out.
I was so close to letting myself make the same mistake,
And somewhere deep inside I did,
And it hits me when I watch the corpse on the side of the road,
But I can't shed a tear.
I push it's dead body,
And will push it where ever I go,
Until I become numb and the weight doesn't fatigue me,
But how long will that take?
-Sir Jestro
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Routine
Get a piece of paper,
Turn it into plastic,
Use up all the plastic.
Drone on for a week,
Be insubordinate,
Be alone.
Get a piece of paper,
Turn it into plastic,
Feed an addiction.
Cut close to line,
Every time,
Stress levels out the roof.
Get a piece of paper,
Turn it into plastic,
Attempt a new routine.
Listen to the words on the screen,
Listen to the words on the phone,
Listen to the words from the throat.
Leave the plastic at home,
Help will come when you least expect it,
And listen to it when it does.
Get a piece of paper,
Turn it into plastic,
Use up all the plastic.
-Sir Jestro
Turn it into plastic,
Use up all the plastic.
Drone on for a week,
Be insubordinate,
Be alone.
Get a piece of paper,
Turn it into plastic,
Feed an addiction.
Cut close to line,
Every time,
Stress levels out the roof.
Get a piece of paper,
Turn it into plastic,
Attempt a new routine.
Listen to the words on the screen,
Listen to the words on the phone,
Listen to the words from the throat.
Leave the plastic at home,
Help will come when you least expect it,
And listen to it when it does.
Get a piece of paper,
Turn it into plastic,
Use up all the plastic.
-Sir Jestro
.'_'.
slam bag crash couldnt stop the pain it just kept coming like a waterfall beating down on me and now im blocked up stopped halted im disoriented cant get my head around it its funny really how you become so used to all those things sleep eat shit fuck work play sleep again eat fuck shit work play sleep less eat more shit more fuck less work more play less sleep less eat more shit more fuck even less work more play less when i get low on sleep i make an ass of myself i say a lot of stupid things i regret seconds after saying then wonder why should i regret them maybe theyre some extension of the truth in some form but fuck it the less i think about the less of a problem itll be i can go days without seeing a face i wish i could fuck off all the eyes fuck you judging stare fuck you arrogant glance fuck you confused look youre all pathetic and wasting my time you can cram all your self centered bullshit up your asses just go on fucking each other until the mass intelligence is in the double digits well all be inbred until were all deformed mutants with extra limbs that dont do shit its a different kind of pain feeling like youre dying a dying breed one of the last of something that was once special but its worse to find yourself changing conforming to something other than yourself its sad almost how much ive begun to hate all of this when i look at it it feels like im watching someone elses views i understand them but question my choices but still ill wait ill wait as long as it takes the pay off will be more than worth it an investment that pays for itself as you grow old in the comfort of your own home i feel sick fuck off or the next one will have underscores i remember why i hate the majority of humans my job is killing me on the inside
-Sir Jestro
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Confessions of a Teenage Zombie [Chapter Ten]
"So where exactly does this guy live?" X asked me as we were about to get on the bus.
"A few houses down from me." I said.
"Oh, so I get to see your house?" He asked with a smile.
"...Maybe." I said keeping my face very indifferent. He made some sound like sounded like a cat coughing up a fur ball, then we sat down. The bus rocked us back and forth as it went, stopping every few blocks to pick up or drop off more passengers.
"So what happened with the two of you?" X asked me, I was staring out the window, my mind blank.
"Oh, you mean Scott?" I asked looking back to him.
"Yeah, Scott." He confirmed. "What happened, why aren't you together?"
"What did you want me to have a boyfriend so you could swoop me away or something?" I asked.
"No, no no! I was just asking, just want to get to know you more." He said, his eyes shaky--he's nervous.
"Haha!" I laughed. "Well, he was cheating on me with someone who I thought was my best friend. So I dumped him."
"Wow, you know a lot of people talk about doing things like that. Like those girls with abusive boyfriends, they say 'I'll leave him if he ever hits me again!' stuff like that, but when they do the girls always make an excuse for them."
"But I love him." I said.
"Yeah, stuff like that--Wait, you mean Scott?" X asked.
"No! I was commenting on what you were saying!" I laughed again.
"Oh, that's funny, I was like--" Then he made a shocked face.
"Hey, X?" I asked leaning in so none of the other passengers could ear me. "Do I smell?" He looked at me with a confused face. Then I raised my arms and rolled my eyes, typical zombie stance.
"Oh!! Let me check!" He leaned in and smelled my hair, when he leaned back his eyes were still closed. "A little bit, but mainly all I smell are peaches."
"Yeah, that's my shampoo." I said grabbing a handful and smelling it myself. My hair still smelled wet. "You have to tell me if I start," I got really quiet. "start to smell like a corpse."
"I can do that for you." He said saluting.
"Thanks." I said. "Well, let's go." We got to our feet and walked off the bus, it hissed and slowly drove off. I started walking down one of the residential streets towards my house. We made conversation about past relationships, you know--the normal things people who are starting to grow fond of each other talk about. We got to my street and I pointed at Scott's house.
"That's Scott's house." I said.
"Ew, is that his car outside?" X asked.
"Yup."
"Stupid car." He said. "I've never liked Chevy's" I laugh, because neither did I. It was always so cramped in there, I hated having sex in it. But I really liked having sex, so it was still okay.
"So do you have a plan, because I don't." I said.
"Um, no." X replied.
"Fuck!" I said to myself. "No idea at all?"
"Well, what exactly are we doing here?" He asked.
"Sending him a message." I said.
"Which is?"
"Don't fuck with me." I said.
"Let's kill him, and then you can eat his brains!!" X screamed with overzealous joy.
"Not all at once, X. Gotta make him afraid first." I said, we were now standing on the edge of Scott's lawn, staring at his house.
"Well, we could ruin his car?" He suggested.
"Too predictable, any angry ex-girlfriend would do that." I said.
"Wait, did you dump him? I thought you said you did." He said.
"I did dump him, but he also cheated on me! I must exact revenge!" I was getting a little crazy.
"Okay, so you don't want to be a predictable ex-girlfriend. Did he know you were a zombie?" He asked.
"Nope, only you and the school nurse do."
"The school nurse!!!?" He screamed. "Oh, that is bad. I had forgotten about that."
"Yeah, I know, she's a real dildo." I said.
"Okay, so first we leave a message here, then kill that cunt school nurse?" X asked.
"Sounds like a good plan to me, X." I said with a big smile. "But what should we do here?"
"Does he have any pets?" X asked.
"Yeah, a bulldog--Oh he's so cute!" I said scrunching my lips together so it looked like I was kissing an invisible person.
"Eat his dog." X said.
"No!" I screamed. "Didn't you just hear me!? He's cute!" I could feel tears bubbling up.
"That's send the message across pretty well, a dead dog--brutally eaten by a zombie!" X said, I was waiting for the evil doctor laugh, but it never came.
"I don't wanna." I said pouting.
"Just do it! It'll be like taking off a band-aid, it'll only hurt for a second." X said.
"And then he'll get the message?" I asked.
"Yes, yes he will." X assured me.
"...okay." I said, my voice tender--I was still pouting. I didn't want to eat the cute little dog, but I had to, because Scott had me, the greatest girlfriend he'd ever get--and he threw me away for Jamie! Yeah, now I have to kill that little dog! Oh, but he's so cute! I could play fetch with him for hours and just watch his little butt when he ran to get the toy. I can't do it! But Scott is a bastard and has to know it! But the doggie!
"X, I can't do it!" I whispered back to him. He raised his arm and pointed it at the front window of the house. I turned and looked, Scott was fucking another girl. She was up against the wall of his living room, arms and legs wrapped around him. That was our position. That's it, he crossed the line...again.
I ran towards the backyard, I could already hear Wolfy barking at me. I smashed through the wooden fence around his house and ran into his backyard. Wolfy came charging at me, oh, he's so cute--and was about to bite me when I kicked him. he flew a few feet whimpering as he went. he hit the ground with a loud yelp. I dove and landed on him, he yelped again. Then, I started eating him.
At first he started biting back, but within a few seconds he was dead--I think I snapped his neck with my jaw. I looked down at Wolfy, the bloody corpse I had just killed, picked him up by the back right leg, and through him into Scott's kitchen--through the window. Then I took off running, with a new stamina, and jumped over his backyard wall. I felt something inside me die, but it felt good.
-Sir Jestro
"A few houses down from me." I said.
"Oh, so I get to see your house?" He asked with a smile.
"...Maybe." I said keeping my face very indifferent. He made some sound like sounded like a cat coughing up a fur ball, then we sat down. The bus rocked us back and forth as it went, stopping every few blocks to pick up or drop off more passengers.
"So what happened with the two of you?" X asked me, I was staring out the window, my mind blank.
"Oh, you mean Scott?" I asked looking back to him.
"Yeah, Scott." He confirmed. "What happened, why aren't you together?"
"What did you want me to have a boyfriend so you could swoop me away or something?" I asked.
"No, no no! I was just asking, just want to get to know you more." He said, his eyes shaky--he's nervous.
"Haha!" I laughed. "Well, he was cheating on me with someone who I thought was my best friend. So I dumped him."
"Wow, you know a lot of people talk about doing things like that. Like those girls with abusive boyfriends, they say 'I'll leave him if he ever hits me again!' stuff like that, but when they do the girls always make an excuse for them."
"But I love him." I said.
"Yeah, stuff like that--Wait, you mean Scott?" X asked.
"No! I was commenting on what you were saying!" I laughed again.
"Oh, that's funny, I was like--" Then he made a shocked face.
"Hey, X?" I asked leaning in so none of the other passengers could ear me. "Do I smell?" He looked at me with a confused face. Then I raised my arms and rolled my eyes, typical zombie stance.
"Oh!! Let me check!" He leaned in and smelled my hair, when he leaned back his eyes were still closed. "A little bit, but mainly all I smell are peaches."
"Yeah, that's my shampoo." I said grabbing a handful and smelling it myself. My hair still smelled wet. "You have to tell me if I start," I got really quiet. "start to smell like a corpse."
"I can do that for you." He said saluting.
"Thanks." I said. "Well, let's go." We got to our feet and walked off the bus, it hissed and slowly drove off. I started walking down one of the residential streets towards my house. We made conversation about past relationships, you know--the normal things people who are starting to grow fond of each other talk about. We got to my street and I pointed at Scott's house.
"That's Scott's house." I said.
"Ew, is that his car outside?" X asked.
"Yup."
"Stupid car." He said. "I've never liked Chevy's" I laugh, because neither did I. It was always so cramped in there, I hated having sex in it. But I really liked having sex, so it was still okay.
"So do you have a plan, because I don't." I said.
"Um, no." X replied.
"Fuck!" I said to myself. "No idea at all?"
"Well, what exactly are we doing here?" He asked.
"Sending him a message." I said.
"Which is?"
"Don't fuck with me." I said.
"Let's kill him, and then you can eat his brains!!" X screamed with overzealous joy.
"Not all at once, X. Gotta make him afraid first." I said, we were now standing on the edge of Scott's lawn, staring at his house.
"Well, we could ruin his car?" He suggested.
"Too predictable, any angry ex-girlfriend would do that." I said.
"Wait, did you dump him? I thought you said you did." He said.
"I did dump him, but he also cheated on me! I must exact revenge!" I was getting a little crazy.
"Okay, so you don't want to be a predictable ex-girlfriend. Did he know you were a zombie?" He asked.
"Nope, only you and the school nurse do."
"The school nurse!!!?" He screamed. "Oh, that is bad. I had forgotten about that."
"Yeah, I know, she's a real dildo." I said.
"Okay, so first we leave a message here, then kill that cunt school nurse?" X asked.
"Sounds like a good plan to me, X." I said with a big smile. "But what should we do here?"
"Does he have any pets?" X asked.
"Yeah, a bulldog--Oh he's so cute!" I said scrunching my lips together so it looked like I was kissing an invisible person.
"Eat his dog." X said.
"No!" I screamed. "Didn't you just hear me!? He's cute!" I could feel tears bubbling up.
"That's send the message across pretty well, a dead dog--brutally eaten by a zombie!" X said, I was waiting for the evil doctor laugh, but it never came.
"I don't wanna." I said pouting.
"Just do it! It'll be like taking off a band-aid, it'll only hurt for a second." X said.
"And then he'll get the message?" I asked.
"Yes, yes he will." X assured me.
"...okay." I said, my voice tender--I was still pouting. I didn't want to eat the cute little dog, but I had to, because Scott had me, the greatest girlfriend he'd ever get--and he threw me away for Jamie! Yeah, now I have to kill that little dog! Oh, but he's so cute! I could play fetch with him for hours and just watch his little butt when he ran to get the toy. I can't do it! But Scott is a bastard and has to know it! But the doggie!
"X, I can't do it!" I whispered back to him. He raised his arm and pointed it at the front window of the house. I turned and looked, Scott was fucking another girl. She was up against the wall of his living room, arms and legs wrapped around him. That was our position. That's it, he crossed the line...again.
I ran towards the backyard, I could already hear Wolfy barking at me. I smashed through the wooden fence around his house and ran into his backyard. Wolfy came charging at me, oh, he's so cute--and was about to bite me when I kicked him. he flew a few feet whimpering as he went. he hit the ground with a loud yelp. I dove and landed on him, he yelped again. Then, I started eating him.
At first he started biting back, but within a few seconds he was dead--I think I snapped his neck with my jaw. I looked down at Wolfy, the bloody corpse I had just killed, picked him up by the back right leg, and through him into Scott's kitchen--through the window. Then I took off running, with a new stamina, and jumped over his backyard wall. I felt something inside me die, but it felt good.
-Sir Jestro
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Comic-Con!!!!!!
Okay, everyone.
I'm leaving for "Whale's Vagina" today, be back either Friday night or Saturday morning. I'll miss you all, but I think you'll all get along fine without me for a day or two. Hopefully, when I return I'll be inspired enough to last for a few days of writing. *Sigh*
So many things I want to say, face to face, maybe next week and the weeks to follow, when the Lizard gets wheels.
My dream is becoming more vivid, I want to live there.
AND THAT! is what my new story is about!!!
KAY, gotta go, BYE!!!!!
TEXT ME!!!!!!!!!!
-Sir Jestro
I'm leaving for "Whale's Vagina" today, be back either Friday night or Saturday morning. I'll miss you all, but I think you'll all get along fine without me for a day or two. Hopefully, when I return I'll be inspired enough to last for a few days of writing. *Sigh*
So many things I want to say, face to face, maybe next week and the weeks to follow, when the Lizard gets wheels.
My dream is becoming more vivid, I want to live there.
AND THAT! is what my new story is about!!!
KAY, gotta go, BYE!!!!!
TEXT ME!!!!!!!!!!
-Sir Jestro
Dreaming of Z's [Chapter One]
So the two of us are sitting there, on my couch, just watching a movie, "Akira" one of my favorites. She's obviously enjoying it, but is distracted--and I know exactly by what. It's really hot in my room, and she's staying the night--which means she's in nothing but a tank top and a pair of booty shorts.
She rests her head on my right shoulder, and my heart starts to beat irregularly. She lets out a long exhale that makes my body shutter.She slides her right arm up my chest and onto the back of my neck. She tilts her head up and starts kissing my neck, I can feel all the blood rushing around my body in a way I haven't felt in a long time. I start feeling myself grow in my pants and so does she because then she throws her right leg over me; now she's straddling me.
We start kissing on the lips, hers are wet and juicy--exactly the way you'd expect them to feel. With her right hand still holding onto the back of my neck she slides her left down to my pants and starts rubbing the outside of them. She must have felt my breathing becoming unsteady because she starts kissing me more passionately.
I slide my hand up the back of her legs, which are still cool in contrast to the heat of the room. My fingers make their way into her booty shorts, and into her vagina. It's wet and warm. At that exact second they penetrate her, she shutters. Her head drops down onto my chest, I can tell she bites her lip. A low moan escapes her throat and a low exhale, her nose. Then she looses it and starts tearing my clothes off, and then...
...I wake up.
I look around my room, it's pitch black except for an ominous red flashing--th power must have gone out. I look around, my clock is flashing "2:12" so I reset it to the proper time. I have to check my phone though, three unread messages. It's 4:12am and the texts are from the girl I've been dreaming about, but we've never kissed, we've never done any of that stuff.
But it all felt so real, real enough that I sometimes wonder if it really is. That that's the real world, and this is the dream.
-Sir Jestro
She rests her head on my right shoulder, and my heart starts to beat irregularly. She lets out a long exhale that makes my body shutter.She slides her right arm up my chest and onto the back of my neck. She tilts her head up and starts kissing my neck, I can feel all the blood rushing around my body in a way I haven't felt in a long time. I start feeling myself grow in my pants and so does she because then she throws her right leg over me; now she's straddling me.
We start kissing on the lips, hers are wet and juicy--exactly the way you'd expect them to feel. With her right hand still holding onto the back of my neck she slides her left down to my pants and starts rubbing the outside of them. She must have felt my breathing becoming unsteady because she starts kissing me more passionately.
I slide my hand up the back of her legs, which are still cool in contrast to the heat of the room. My fingers make their way into her booty shorts, and into her vagina. It's wet and warm. At that exact second they penetrate her, she shutters. Her head drops down onto my chest, I can tell she bites her lip. A low moan escapes her throat and a low exhale, her nose. Then she looses it and starts tearing my clothes off, and then...
...I wake up.
I look around my room, it's pitch black except for an ominous red flashing--th power must have gone out. I look around, my clock is flashing "2:12" so I reset it to the proper time. I have to check my phone though, three unread messages. It's 4:12am and the texts are from the girl I've been dreaming about, but we've never kissed, we've never done any of that stuff.
But it all felt so real, real enough that I sometimes wonder if it really is. That that's the real world, and this is the dream.
-Sir Jestro
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Show me...
Smile,
You know I love to see it.
Smile with your lips,
And tell me true things.
Smile with your mannerisms,
And I'll see the truth you can't cover.
Smile with your eyes,
Show me the truth.
I think I deserve that, don't you?
-Sir Jestro
You know I love to see it.
Smile with your lips,
And tell me true things.
Smile with your mannerisms,
And I'll see the truth you can't cover.
Smile with your eyes,
Show me the truth.
I think I deserve that, don't you?
-Sir Jestro
Why is a Raven Like a Writing Desk?
It appears as though I've only been ranting these days. I feel bad about that, I apologize to all of my loving readers.
I haven't had a headache in a few months but I can feel one starting to rise these past couple of days; it might be the stress, or the heat. I'm compelled to think it's the latter.
I seem to also be running low on inspirational materials, and as my best friend's criticisms are no more than simple ones [which I find nothing wrong with] I find myself in dire need of some kind of Q and A session. I often find it's easier, for me at least, to form my ideas into stories [coherently--with a storyline] when I have to explain it to someone.
Liz is usually really good about having me tell her what's going to happen next, but as of late our relationship has shifted, it's focal points lying somewhere far away. I don't mind though, true friends are very hard to come by, and I'm glad I have as many as I do.
I was at Jose's house this evening from midnight to four am. I was under the impression, upon first receiving a text from him, that we'd be brainstorming for The 48 Hours Film Festival, I was wrong. We ended up going to MoVal and playing Dominoes, I was the fifth person there [dominoes is a game for only four people--no more, no less]. But fortunately, Special K was showing off the annotated version of "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland" and "Through the Looking Glass" that she bought for Jose. For those of you unaware, those two books are my favorite of all books. I believe they are perfect, in every aspect of the word. Lewis Carroll was a god of words, I want to learn puns and use them the way he does.
In fact, I believe that that might have some relevance to the reason I've been feeling dull as of late. After reading "New Moon" I was excited to begin reading the highly renowned "The Metamorphosis" Franz Kafka. I hoped that it would give me some well needed inspiration; again I was wrong. It was a good story, however. I can see why it is as popular as it is, but inspiring--at the present moment--no.
I also began "Pride and Prejudice" today. That book is something else, I enjoy it. It's a little hard trying to understand the language but if I can read "A Clockwork Orange" I can read anything. That reminds me, I need to by myself a new copy of that book, I let someone borrow mine and they moved stores and quit working for CVS.
I digress.
I was at Jose's, while he, Special K, Will, and Kim Je-Min played Dominoes. We were there for four hours and for three of those I was completely enveloped in the book I was reading. I don't know if anyone except the people there this evening [and even them for that matter] know how much I adore that story. It's been so long since I've read it, I think I should start again.
I've been feeling really tired as of late. I think I need to rest, that might also help me to become inspired again.
I find little inspiration from movies anymore, I think I've burnt myself out, and have transitioned to reading, which I enjoy. It's also a good thing, I've still a dozen books in my library I've never read, and if this fit keeps up, I'll soon be able to read them all.
Liz will be up in a few minutes, I'll probably end up sleeping through most of her shift, until [like always] it becomes too hot for me to bear anymore, and then I'll drag myself out of bed and begin my day.
Alright I keep yawning and can hardly keep my eyes open anymore.
Sweet dreams everyone. If I'm feeling better after waking, I'll try to post a chapter of something.
-Sir Jestro
I haven't had a headache in a few months but I can feel one starting to rise these past couple of days; it might be the stress, or the heat. I'm compelled to think it's the latter.
I seem to also be running low on inspirational materials, and as my best friend's criticisms are no more than simple ones [which I find nothing wrong with] I find myself in dire need of some kind of Q and A session. I often find it's easier, for me at least, to form my ideas into stories [coherently--with a storyline] when I have to explain it to someone.
Liz is usually really good about having me tell her what's going to happen next, but as of late our relationship has shifted, it's focal points lying somewhere far away. I don't mind though, true friends are very hard to come by, and I'm glad I have as many as I do.
I was at Jose's house this evening from midnight to four am. I was under the impression, upon first receiving a text from him, that we'd be brainstorming for The 48 Hours Film Festival, I was wrong. We ended up going to MoVal and playing Dominoes, I was the fifth person there [dominoes is a game for only four people--no more, no less]. But fortunately, Special K was showing off the annotated version of "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland" and "Through the Looking Glass" that she bought for Jose. For those of you unaware, those two books are my favorite of all books. I believe they are perfect, in every aspect of the word. Lewis Carroll was a god of words, I want to learn puns and use them the way he does.
In fact, I believe that that might have some relevance to the reason I've been feeling dull as of late. After reading "New Moon" I was excited to begin reading the highly renowned "The Metamorphosis" Franz Kafka. I hoped that it would give me some well needed inspiration; again I was wrong. It was a good story, however. I can see why it is as popular as it is, but inspiring--at the present moment--no.
I also began "Pride and Prejudice" today. That book is something else, I enjoy it. It's a little hard trying to understand the language but if I can read "A Clockwork Orange" I can read anything. That reminds me, I need to by myself a new copy of that book, I let someone borrow mine and they moved stores and quit working for CVS.
I digress.
I was at Jose's, while he, Special K, Will, and Kim Je-Min played Dominoes. We were there for four hours and for three of those I was completely enveloped in the book I was reading. I don't know if anyone except the people there this evening [and even them for that matter] know how much I adore that story. It's been so long since I've read it, I think I should start again.
I've been feeling really tired as of late. I think I need to rest, that might also help me to become inspired again.
I find little inspiration from movies anymore, I think I've burnt myself out, and have transitioned to reading, which I enjoy. It's also a good thing, I've still a dozen books in my library I've never read, and if this fit keeps up, I'll soon be able to read them all.
Liz will be up in a few minutes, I'll probably end up sleeping through most of her shift, until [like always] it becomes too hot for me to bear anymore, and then I'll drag myself out of bed and begin my day.
Alright I keep yawning and can hardly keep my eyes open anymore.
Sweet dreams everyone. If I'm feeling better after waking, I'll try to post a chapter of something.
-Sir Jestro
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Out to lunch...Back in 30
Hold that thought...
I'm going to grab some Russian books from Omega, I'll be back in a few minutes.
Then I'll have to get ready for work.
I'll be back soon, expect a new chapter of "Strangers".
Oh!!!
Forgot to mention it, everyone--I'm trying to get Esteban to draw a promo poster so I can put it on here, should be epic and awesome!
I love you all!
^_^
-Sir Jestro
I'm going to grab some Russian books from Omega, I'll be back in a few minutes.
Then I'll have to get ready for work.
I'll be back soon, expect a new chapter of "Strangers".
Oh!!!
Forgot to mention it, everyone--I'm trying to get Esteban to draw a promo poster so I can put it on here, should be epic and awesome!
I love you all!
^_^
-Sir Jestro
Let Me Come Inside
The craving that slumbers deep below,
Calls out to you,
It can hear the monster inside you,
Beckoning it to come,
It wants to come inside,
And be wrapped in the embrace,
With every word the mouth starts to water,
And the eyes roll back,
Longing to see what they had wished for for so long,
A unity.
The echoing voice,
Repeats, repeats, repeats,
It is matched,
Like the two monsters' hunger,
An even fight,
Full satisfaction,
A four course meal--served daily,
Which serving is your favorite?
The words make my mouth water,
And fill me with hope.
Now take a pin and pop the balloon of delusion.
-Sir Jestro
Calls out to you,
It can hear the monster inside you,
Beckoning it to come,
It wants to come inside,
And be wrapped in the embrace,
With every word the mouth starts to water,
And the eyes roll back,
Longing to see what they had wished for for so long,
A unity.
The echoing voice,
Repeats, repeats, repeats,
It is matched,
Like the two monsters' hunger,
An even fight,
Full satisfaction,
A four course meal--served daily,
Which serving is your favorite?
The words make my mouth water,
And fill me with hope.
Now take a pin and pop the balloon of delusion.
...
...
...
-Sir Jestro
I need some help deciding something...
I didn't think the bright colors expressed the mood of most of my work, so I went back to the dark, it makes me think of the fall, autumn. It kind of cools me down, visually I mean.
So I need to vent here, and since I promised to only talk to one person about it, and she happens to be asleep at the moment, there's only one other thing I can do; blog.
My mind is conflicted, all my thoughts seem to go against each other.
I find myself liking her more and more each day, as more of the truth comes to surface. But I don't know if that's because I'm in that phase where everything she could do I'd like, blinded by affection, or is it's the real deal. And if it was the latter, I'm fucked--having next to no chance is very discouraging, especially when you can see possibilities; however unrealistic they may be.
...Okay, this isn't making any sense. I've got it, I'll start writing my newest idea; which currently has no title or ending--but if I think on it for a few days it'll come. That way there shouldn't be any misunderstandings for you, Liz. I'll show you just what I do when I write, and what keeps me awake at night--oh, god I sound so pathetic.
I might not write the idea now, it almost seems pointless.
But she has a right to know, and I'll have that freedom to talk fully without worrying about what she might say. But if it all means nothinh I could be using those efforts on another story.
I'm so conflicted.
-Sir Jestro
So I need to vent here, and since I promised to only talk to one person about it, and she happens to be asleep at the moment, there's only one other thing I can do; blog.
My mind is conflicted, all my thoughts seem to go against each other.
I find myself liking her more and more each day, as more of the truth comes to surface. But I don't know if that's because I'm in that phase where everything she could do I'd like, blinded by affection, or is it's the real deal. And if it was the latter, I'm fucked--having next to no chance is very discouraging, especially when you can see possibilities; however unrealistic they may be.
...Okay, this isn't making any sense. I've got it, I'll start writing my newest idea; which currently has no title or ending--but if I think on it for a few days it'll come. That way there shouldn't be any misunderstandings for you, Liz. I'll show you just what I do when I write, and what keeps me awake at night--oh, god I sound so pathetic.
I might not write the idea now, it almost seems pointless.
But she has a right to know, and I'll have that freedom to talk fully without worrying about what she might say. But if it all means nothinh I could be using those efforts on another story.
I'm so conflicted.
-Sir Jestro
Monday, July 20, 2009
Bang, Screech, Crash!!!
BANG!!!!
SCREECH!!
CRASH!!!
An explosion killed a car one year ago today,
The impact left the dead car in pieces,
Glass and shards of metal were everywhere,
And the fire looked like patches of hair on the dead car.
The other car, however, was towed away to safety,
To a place where it could be repaired,
Taken to a lot, full of a thousand others,
And fixed up right quick and in a hurry.
The dead car's ghost still drives that freeway,
Some cars say you can see it, late at night,
Driving; trying to save itself from the crash,
But what do they know? They're only cars.
-Sir Jestro
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Customer Service:The Slow Downfall of Happiness [Chapter Twenty-Three]
"...So what have you been up to, all these years?" Bella asked me as we sat on some chairs in one of the many hallways, in the hospital--She was on lunch break.
"I was in Korea." I told her eating a turkey sandwich I had bought from a vending machine.
"I know that, Ryan. But I meant, how are you and all that stuff? Did you meet anyone?" She was eating some chips.
"Eh, I dated a few girls here and there, but it was nothing really too serious." I said.
"So you became like a man-slut?" She wasn't smiling, but I knew she was kidding.
"Not really," I shrugged. "but I did bang a few Korean babes." I said with a huge grin, she rolled her eyes.
"Whatever." She said as she turned her head away from mine, I noticed she smiled at my joke.
"So what about you, Bella? How's Mathew? Did you two ever end up having any kids?" I asked.
"...I don't know..." She said, a sharp pain entered my stomach and I regretted asking that question--those are usually things that just come up in conversation--I should have waited.
It was silent for a long time after that, and since I didn't really text anymore, and didn't bring my DS [yeah, keepin' it old school!] I had to just wait in that awkward silence until I could think of something to say.
"...Ryan?" She said slowly turning to face me.
"Yeah?" I responded.
"I loved you very much, you knew that, right?" She said, her eyes were sad.
"Yeah, I mean we were best friends--"
"No, I mean like I was in love with you." She cut me off.
"...Oh, no I didn't." I said.
"Well, I did and I can remember you--so it must mean something, right?"
"What do you mean?" I asked her. She was quite for a long time, I thought she was ignoring my question or simply hadn't heard it but then she responded.
"...The doctors said I was in an accident." She was looking straight ahead at the beige walls. "They told me I was happily married and had two daughters," She looked at me, her eyes streaming tears--her bottom lip quivering. "but I don't remember them!"
I didn't know what to say to her, she just broke down and started crying then falling into my arms. I cradled her as she sobbed.
"Can you imagine what it's like, Ryan!? To have a history--to have had a family, and a happily ever after, but to forget it all? It's worth than death!" Her words were muffled in my chest. "I've seen the pictures; of my husband and the girls--and it's like I'm looking at a stranger's family album. I don't remember anything about them." Then she stopped talking and just cried for a long time. Then she pulled herself away from my wet shirt, her face was coated in tears and spit--her hair was a mess.
"So you don't remember anything? At all?" I asked.
"I remember everyone but them, I even remember some memories but it's like they've been cut out. Like I remember that double date we all went on; you, me, that girl--Stephanie you dated for a few months, but that's it. I know Mathew was there, in that memory--but, but I can't remember him."
Again, I didn't know what to say. At first I thought she was lying, but those tears couldn't have been faked and that story was just too out-there to be made up. That's when she stood up, I did too.
"Well, I have to get back to work. Can I see you again?" She asked blowing her nose on a napkin that came with my sandwich.
"Yeah, of course. When?" I asked her.
"Tomorrow?" She suggested.
"Yeah, okay. Did you want me to call you?" I asked.
"Yeah, here's my new number. Call me around two, maybe we can go to that sandwich place we used to work by, remember?"
"Yeah, I'd like that very much." I told her.
"Thank you, for coming back, Ryan. I missed you." She said then stood on her tip toes and pulled me down to her, then she kissed me on the lips and walked away.
I watched her as she walked down the hallway trying to rack my brain around what she had said. Was it all really true? Did she really erase them her memories? Was that even possible? How could someone do that, and why would someone do that?
I turned and started walking in the opposite direction.
-Sir Jestro
"I was in Korea." I told her eating a turkey sandwich I had bought from a vending machine.
"I know that, Ryan. But I meant, how are you and all that stuff? Did you meet anyone?" She was eating some chips.
"Eh, I dated a few girls here and there, but it was nothing really too serious." I said.
"So you became like a man-slut?" She wasn't smiling, but I knew she was kidding.
"Not really," I shrugged. "but I did bang a few Korean babes." I said with a huge grin, she rolled her eyes.
"Whatever." She said as she turned her head away from mine, I noticed she smiled at my joke.
"So what about you, Bella? How's Mathew? Did you two ever end up having any kids?" I asked.
"...I don't know..." She said, a sharp pain entered my stomach and I regretted asking that question--those are usually things that just come up in conversation--I should have waited.
It was silent for a long time after that, and since I didn't really text anymore, and didn't bring my DS [yeah, keepin' it old school!] I had to just wait in that awkward silence until I could think of something to say.
"...Ryan?" She said slowly turning to face me.
"Yeah?" I responded.
"I loved you very much, you knew that, right?" She said, her eyes were sad.
"Yeah, I mean we were best friends--"
"No, I mean like I was in love with you." She cut me off.
"...Oh, no I didn't." I said.
"Well, I did and I can remember you--so it must mean something, right?"
"What do you mean?" I asked her. She was quite for a long time, I thought she was ignoring my question or simply hadn't heard it but then she responded.
"...The doctors said I was in an accident." She was looking straight ahead at the beige walls. "They told me I was happily married and had two daughters," She looked at me, her eyes streaming tears--her bottom lip quivering. "but I don't remember them!"
I didn't know what to say to her, she just broke down and started crying then falling into my arms. I cradled her as she sobbed.
"Can you imagine what it's like, Ryan!? To have a history--to have had a family, and a happily ever after, but to forget it all? It's worth than death!" Her words were muffled in my chest. "I've seen the pictures; of my husband and the girls--and it's like I'm looking at a stranger's family album. I don't remember anything about them." Then she stopped talking and just cried for a long time. Then she pulled herself away from my wet shirt, her face was coated in tears and spit--her hair was a mess.
"So you don't remember anything? At all?" I asked.
"I remember everyone but them, I even remember some memories but it's like they've been cut out. Like I remember that double date we all went on; you, me, that girl--Stephanie you dated for a few months, but that's it. I know Mathew was there, in that memory--but, but I can't remember him."
Again, I didn't know what to say. At first I thought she was lying, but those tears couldn't have been faked and that story was just too out-there to be made up. That's when she stood up, I did too.
"Well, I have to get back to work. Can I see you again?" She asked blowing her nose on a napkin that came with my sandwich.
"Yeah, of course. When?" I asked her.
"Tomorrow?" She suggested.
"Yeah, okay. Did you want me to call you?" I asked.
"Yeah, here's my new number. Call me around two, maybe we can go to that sandwich place we used to work by, remember?"
"Yeah, I'd like that very much." I told her.
"Thank you, for coming back, Ryan. I missed you." She said then stood on her tip toes and pulled me down to her, then she kissed me on the lips and walked away.
I watched her as she walked down the hallway trying to rack my brain around what she had said. Was it all really true? Did she really erase them her memories? Was that even possible? How could someone do that, and why would someone do that?
I turned and started walking in the opposite direction.
-Sir Jestro
Sleep
It pulls at my eyes,
From behind my nose,
It's a feeling that I know so well,
But can't recreate at will,
I envy those gifted souls,
Who can feel it at will,
And who are free from it's wrath,
For I am the rejected,
I want only to be wrapped in it's embrace,
And lullabied to sleep.
-Sir Jestro
From behind my nose,
It's a feeling that I know so well,
But can't recreate at will,
I envy those gifted souls,
Who can feel it at will,
And who are free from it's wrath,
For I am the rejected,
I want only to be wrapped in it's embrace,
And lullabied to sleep.
-Sir Jestro
Ugh....!
So I finally slept, like really slept.
It felt...quite astounding actually. My body is still coming to, and I wish I had slept longer but the heat woke me. I detest summer, it's just too damn hot--I hate it.
Ummm, I think I'm going to finish "Customer Service" right now, I was going to make it twenty-five chapters, but twenty-three is a better number and I could probably finish it now, also--I don't really care for that story anymore. My inspiration for that life, that joy I used to feel has subsided--died weeks ago. But I'm sure if you all read it again, you can tell just when it ended, and where the fiction began. Now I feel obligated to keep writing, but that's okay because I'm on the last chapter.
Last night I was helping Bree work on some cross-words, they are so hard!!!! But I actually enjoyed it.
I just want to think out loud for a second, if you'll bear with me.
Customer Service:The Slow Downfall of Happiness
Dead Elephant
Confessions of a Teenage Zombie
Dollface
So I have four romances [more or less], and I've got to admit--I'm over the whole romance thing. It's really become something that aggravates me, and I'm sure that the underlining hatred can be felt in Customer Service, well I can see it at least.
I think I need to go hermit for a few weeks, at least until I can get into school--that way I'm not tempted to spend any unnecessary amount of money. On the one hand, I could get away with that seeing as how my car is getting worse and might soon explode, but on the other--with my luck Liz will pass her driving test [finally] and get a car and want to hangout more often. This is, of course, just hypothetical--maybe once a month would she want to really hangout, and my car could probably last a few more months--hopefully.
Shit, I still feel tired maybe I should wait a little while before beginning my last chapter. I don't want to compromise the bitter-sweet ending with my temporary lack of judgment.
I dunno what story I will start after tomorrow, I was thinking about a new one--something I've never mentioned before on blogger but have been writing for a little while. But I'm not sure if I'd actually enjoy writing it continuously or if it should just be a one-shot. That and I don't know if I want to acknowledge that aspect of my personality. Well, we'll just have to wait and see, won't we?
Yes, yes. I will take a little bit of a nap--I just hope I don't actually end up sleeping too long--then I wouldn't have the time to write.
Liz should text me today--don't you all think so? But not like her normal, mainly just responsive--temperamental texting. She should do what she did last night, ask me some questions and stuff! It helps with that issue both Ben and I are having, which I dunno who suffers more, him or me. Looks like only time will tell.
Until we meet again,
-Sir Jestro
It felt...quite astounding actually. My body is still coming to, and I wish I had slept longer but the heat woke me. I detest summer, it's just too damn hot--I hate it.
Ummm, I think I'm going to finish "Customer Service" right now, I was going to make it twenty-five chapters, but twenty-three is a better number and I could probably finish it now, also--I don't really care for that story anymore. My inspiration for that life, that joy I used to feel has subsided--died weeks ago. But I'm sure if you all read it again, you can tell just when it ended, and where the fiction began. Now I feel obligated to keep writing, but that's okay because I'm on the last chapter.
Last night I was helping Bree work on some cross-words, they are so hard!!!! But I actually enjoyed it.
I just want to think out loud for a second, if you'll bear with me.
Customer Service:The Slow Downfall of Happiness
Dead Elephant
Confessions of a Teenage Zombie
Dollface
So I have four romances [more or less], and I've got to admit--I'm over the whole romance thing. It's really become something that aggravates me, and I'm sure that the underlining hatred can be felt in Customer Service, well I can see it at least.
I think I need to go hermit for a few weeks, at least until I can get into school--that way I'm not tempted to spend any unnecessary amount of money. On the one hand, I could get away with that seeing as how my car is getting worse and might soon explode, but on the other--with my luck Liz will pass her driving test [finally] and get a car and want to hangout more often. This is, of course, just hypothetical--maybe once a month would she want to really hangout, and my car could probably last a few more months--hopefully.
Shit, I still feel tired maybe I should wait a little while before beginning my last chapter. I don't want to compromise the bitter-sweet ending with my temporary lack of judgment.
I dunno what story I will start after tomorrow, I was thinking about a new one--something I've never mentioned before on blogger but have been writing for a little while. But I'm not sure if I'd actually enjoy writing it continuously or if it should just be a one-shot. That and I don't know if I want to acknowledge that aspect of my personality. Well, we'll just have to wait and see, won't we?
Yes, yes. I will take a little bit of a nap--I just hope I don't actually end up sleeping too long--then I wouldn't have the time to write.
Liz should text me today--don't you all think so? But not like her normal, mainly just responsive--temperamental texting. She should do what she did last night, ask me some questions and stuff! It helps with that issue both Ben and I are having, which I dunno who suffers more, him or me. Looks like only time will tell.
Until we meet again,
-Sir Jestro
Friday, July 17, 2009
Bug Bites
My flesh is the appetizer of the parasites,
They feast on me while I lie motionless,
For hours they gnaw at my lifeless body,
Gorging themselves with my blood.
They leave only the blistering mountains,
A constant reminder that I am human,
An imperfect machine,
Who can be so easily manipulated.
I'm afraid to scratch, I might tear every last shred of flesh off my bones.
-Sir Jestro
They feast on me while I lie motionless,
For hours they gnaw at my lifeless body,
Gorging themselves with my blood.
They leave only the blistering mountains,
A constant reminder that I am human,
An imperfect machine,
Who can be so easily manipulated.
I'm afraid to scratch, I might tear every last shred of flesh off my bones.
-Sir Jestro
...Please...
I wonder if it would, at all, be possible to abstain from conversing with you, just for a day. Much like a test. A test of my own self will. As a way of acknowledging my problem. Then I might be able to abolish my self appointed obedience, my bent and broken ethics. Those intangible rules I've bent for you.
Oh, how the pain runs deep. If the issues should increase, or keep at their steady pace I will be forced to suggest an ultimatum; for myself because I would never want to force you to choose.
Don't bother texting me, today will be my day of silence.
If you respect me at all, please enjoy your day and toss your phone aside. How technology was created to make our lives more luxurious and yet, we find ourselves more bound to them than each other. I despise myself for falling so far down the food chain.
I really wish I could sleep.
-Sir Jestro
Oh, how the pain runs deep. If the issues should increase, or keep at their steady pace I will be forced to suggest an ultimatum; for myself because I would never want to force you to choose.
Don't bother texting me, today will be my day of silence.
If you respect me at all, please enjoy your day and toss your phone aside. How technology was created to make our lives more luxurious and yet, we find ourselves more bound to them than each other. I despise myself for falling so far down the food chain.
I really wish I could sleep.
-Sir Jestro
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Becky's Diary. DON'T READ!!!!
Dear Diary,
It's July fifteenth and I keep having those scary dreams. My cousin, Jonathan keeps talking about how much he can't wait for next month; he's going to watch The World Series. I think it's a baseball game that's really special or something.
I'm always afraid to go places where a lot of people are. I mean, what if there was an earthquake or some other kind of natural disaster? There would be no way out, am I right?
Anyway, I'm beginning to feel like someone, or something is following me. It's like there're eyes looking at me from my shadow. The whole thing makes me uneasy. I'm afraid to shower now, Diary. I haven't showered in two days, because I'm afraid to be naked now.
The eyes might see my body.
Diary, I've also been hearing strange voices when I'm all alone, I've been spending a lot of time in my room now. The voices are like those ones from my dream.
Everyday I wake up, another tooth is missing, I'm missing all of my molars now.
Diary, is it safe to assume I'm being stalked by The Tooth Fairy? I've seen that movie "Darkness Falls" I know The Tooth Fairy is a real cunt. It explains why I always lose my teeth when I'm asleep, when it's all dark.
But wait, Bido said something about there being a bunch of lights outside of my room. What does that mean?
Maybe The Tooth Fairy is different than she was in that movie? Maybe it's a magical light that carries her down from heaven!?
And maybe she works with Santa to see if I've been good this year, which I haven't. I have to admit, Diary I've done some pretty bad things this year. Like I used to press my ear against my wall and masturbate while listening to Zach have sex with girls. I laughed at an old lady who tripped in a parking lot once. I even screamed when a homeless guy asked me for change, someone called the cops on him for that.
I've been pretty bad this year, I think The Tooth Fairy is coming to take my teeth as payment for my sins.
I'm scared, Diary. I'm too scared to sleep.
I wish I could talk to someone...other than you.
-Sir Jestro
It's July fifteenth and I keep having those scary dreams. My cousin, Jonathan keeps talking about how much he can't wait for next month; he's going to watch The World Series. I think it's a baseball game that's really special or something.
I'm always afraid to go places where a lot of people are. I mean, what if there was an earthquake or some other kind of natural disaster? There would be no way out, am I right?
Anyway, I'm beginning to feel like someone, or something is following me. It's like there're eyes looking at me from my shadow. The whole thing makes me uneasy. I'm afraid to shower now, Diary. I haven't showered in two days, because I'm afraid to be naked now.
The eyes might see my body.
Diary, I've also been hearing strange voices when I'm all alone, I've been spending a lot of time in my room now. The voices are like those ones from my dream.
Everyday I wake up, another tooth is missing, I'm missing all of my molars now.
Diary, is it safe to assume I'm being stalked by The Tooth Fairy? I've seen that movie "Darkness Falls" I know The Tooth Fairy is a real cunt. It explains why I always lose my teeth when I'm asleep, when it's all dark.
But wait, Bido said something about there being a bunch of lights outside of my room. What does that mean?
Maybe The Tooth Fairy is different than she was in that movie? Maybe it's a magical light that carries her down from heaven!?
And maybe she works with Santa to see if I've been good this year, which I haven't. I have to admit, Diary I've done some pretty bad things this year. Like I used to press my ear against my wall and masturbate while listening to Zach have sex with girls. I laughed at an old lady who tripped in a parking lot once. I even screamed when a homeless guy asked me for change, someone called the cops on him for that.
I've been pretty bad this year, I think The Tooth Fairy is coming to take my teeth as payment for my sins.
I'm scared, Diary. I'm too scared to sleep.
I wish I could talk to someone...other than you.
-Sir Jestro
Cyborg 009
Yeah, I'm kickin' it in my room with none other than Anthoneal Davis: Sexy Mo'Fo. My best friend is being kind of a bitch today, hmmm I wonder why. Maybe she's just busy, whatever the reason she's still my homie.
If I were a cyborg I wonder if I'd still retain any of my human emotions or memories, or if my whole existence, my struggle would be me trying to figure out who I used to be. I wonder if I'd like the person I'd become, but you never know.
Well, I'm going to write now.
I love you. Just like Jerry said. Hehehe!
^_^
-Sir Jestro
If I were a cyborg I wonder if I'd still retain any of my human emotions or memories, or if my whole existence, my struggle would be me trying to figure out who I used to be. I wonder if I'd like the person I'd become, but you never know.
Well, I'm going to write now.
I love you. Just like Jerry said. Hehehe!
^_^
-Sir Jestro
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Strangers Wearing Makeup: Chapter Eight [Lucid Dream]
I had to get my senses cooled, I needed to rest.
It had already been three days since I killed Thomas and I can feel it. It's like I'm touching the world with a glove around my fingers. It's like there's no real sensitivity left in the world.
My eyes can see it too. All the color has been bled out. Even the pale green that covered this wet city looks grey now.
I'm falling apart.
I decide I need something new, a new place to eat.
So I walk into a Greek place called "Ω's", it's nothing to write home about, just some B rated spot that's trying too hard to be Euro-Sexy.
I seat myself at a small, two person table. I'm only sitting for a few seconds when a small red head comes walking up.
"Can I get you a drink, Sir?" She asks me. I notice that she's fidgeting. She must have to pee.
"Yeah, I'd like some grape fruit juice and some gyro." I tell her, I've eaten Greek before, I know what's good.
"Okay, so...that was, um..." She keeps stepping in place, like she's dancing by herself.
I look at her, raising an eyebrow.
"Sorry," She says. "I just really have to pee."
"Well, then go pee." I tell her, she pauses and looks at me, suddenly very serious.
"No, it's fine. I'll just hold it." She says then scribbles my order down on her pad. As she walks off and I follow the left-right left-right sway of her juicy ass, I can't help but wonder how tight she is. She's had to develop some kind of strength from always tightening her vaginal muscles, holding her pee. Her pussy could probably cut my dick off.
I'm intrigued by the thought, I can feel the warmth of my dick against my leg as it extends in my pants. When she comes back I'll defiantly need to ask her for a roll in the hay.
Just as I close my eyes to try and imagine where to fuck her brains out she sets my drink down on my table.
"Here you go!" She says, still fidgeting. I beckon her to come closer, so I can whisper in her ear. She leans in and I tell her some very naughty things. She backs up, looking around to see if anyone else had noticed my talking. She turns around and walks away folding her hands behind her back, just above her butt. One of her index fingers motions for me to follow her.
I take a sip of my grape fruit juice, and follow her.
I'm cleaning myself up, before I go back inside to finish my meal and she gives me her number. The name "Melissa" is written above it with a heart on top of the "I". I put the paper in my pocket and walk back inside, leaving her out there to finish cleaning herself up.
I eat my gyro and finish my grape fruit juice. I get up to pay and leave her a ten for her tip, then I leave.
As I'm walking down the sidewalk I think to myself, I need some alcohol. So I walk into a CVC and head to the liquor aisle.
I buy Jack Daniels and head to the register to pay. I wait in line for about fifteen minutes before I get the chance to pay. There're just two kids working there, a short Mexican girl with glasses and a constant glare on her face, and a tall white guy with only half of a hair cut. I watch as the two of them flirt every time she walks over to his register on her way to get cigarettes, or when she needs to break a One Hundred Dollar bill for him. I know for a fact that they haven't fucked, she's out of his league and he's putting in too much work, the tell-tale sign that they haven't done a thing. And I can tell by the way her glare disappears when she glances over to him, all the times when he doesn't notice her, that she thinks about him more than he thinks about her.
"Did you find everything alright, sir?" She asks me when I'm finally given the blessing of being rung up.
"Yeah, and no I don't have one of those cards, so don't ask." I tell her.
"Well, we have to ask everyone, sir." She says, I can hear the attitude rising in her voice.
"Whatever. How much do I owe you?" I ask.
"Twenty-two oh seven." She says. I hand her Twenty-three. Then there's a the stutter of the printer printing out my receipt. I look over at the guy, he's got a huge smile on his face and he fakes interest in every customer's stupid, pointless story.
"Sir?" The girl says to me. I glance back at her and jump backwards.
She's standing there, arm extended towards me, receipt and coins in hand, covered in plaster. Her face stuck in a disgusted glare. Her body all white, covered from head to toe in plaster. There isn't a sound other than the thumping of my heartbeat in my ears, and the increasingly fast breathing in my throat.
I grab my Jack and rush out of the store. I open it immediately and start pounding it down.
I've got to talk to someone, maybe Christina might listen--for old time's sake?
I start heading towards Cott's Town, my head already aching.
-Sir Jestro
It had already been three days since I killed Thomas and I can feel it. It's like I'm touching the world with a glove around my fingers. It's like there's no real sensitivity left in the world.
My eyes can see it too. All the color has been bled out. Even the pale green that covered this wet city looks grey now.
I'm falling apart.
I decide I need something new, a new place to eat.
So I walk into a Greek place called "Ω's", it's nothing to write home about, just some B rated spot that's trying too hard to be Euro-Sexy.
I seat myself at a small, two person table. I'm only sitting for a few seconds when a small red head comes walking up.
"Can I get you a drink, Sir?" She asks me. I notice that she's fidgeting. She must have to pee.
"Yeah, I'd like some grape fruit juice and some gyro." I tell her, I've eaten Greek before, I know what's good.
"Okay, so...that was, um..." She keeps stepping in place, like she's dancing by herself.
I look at her, raising an eyebrow.
"Sorry," She says. "I just really have to pee."
"Well, then go pee." I tell her, she pauses and looks at me, suddenly very serious.
"No, it's fine. I'll just hold it." She says then scribbles my order down on her pad. As she walks off and I follow the left-right left-right sway of her juicy ass, I can't help but wonder how tight she is. She's had to develop some kind of strength from always tightening her vaginal muscles, holding her pee. Her pussy could probably cut my dick off.
I'm intrigued by the thought, I can feel the warmth of my dick against my leg as it extends in my pants. When she comes back I'll defiantly need to ask her for a roll in the hay.
Just as I close my eyes to try and imagine where to fuck her brains out she sets my drink down on my table.
"Here you go!" She says, still fidgeting. I beckon her to come closer, so I can whisper in her ear. She leans in and I tell her some very naughty things. She backs up, looking around to see if anyone else had noticed my talking. She turns around and walks away folding her hands behind her back, just above her butt. One of her index fingers motions for me to follow her.
I take a sip of my grape fruit juice, and follow her.
I've got her pressed up against the wall of the alleyway. One of her legs is wrapped around my leg, near the back side of my knee, the other is on it's tip toes. One of her hands is holding onto the railing of the staircase we're next to, the other is holding onto my back. She's biting on my neck and saying thing in Greek, I don't understand a word. But boy, was I right about that pussy!
That was probably the tightest pussy I'd ever fucked.
It was a struggle to keep from busting long enough to get her to cum, because it felt so damn good. The way she pulled on me as I slid outward, squeezing the tightest on my head. Then she'd let go ans I slid back in, deeper only to start squeezing as I pulled out again.
If fucking was a sport, this girl would have been an Olympic athlete. It's no wonder the Olympics are held in Greece, they're all fucking champs.
She stops breathing as I pump into her and then it happens. The flow just comes pouring out. This girl was a squirter, and now she's coming all over me. I can feel it as her cum drips down my legs. In any other situation it'd be disgusting--but right now all I want to do is cum. And so I do.
I'm cleaning myself up, before I go back inside to finish my meal and she gives me her number. The name "Melissa" is written above it with a heart on top of the "I". I put the paper in my pocket and walk back inside, leaving her out there to finish cleaning herself up.
I eat my gyro and finish my grape fruit juice. I get up to pay and leave her a ten for her tip, then I leave.
As I'm walking down the sidewalk I think to myself, I need some alcohol. So I walk into a CVC and head to the liquor aisle.
I buy Jack Daniels and head to the register to pay. I wait in line for about fifteen minutes before I get the chance to pay. There're just two kids working there, a short Mexican girl with glasses and a constant glare on her face, and a tall white guy with only half of a hair cut. I watch as the two of them flirt every time she walks over to his register on her way to get cigarettes, or when she needs to break a One Hundred Dollar bill for him. I know for a fact that they haven't fucked, she's out of his league and he's putting in too much work, the tell-tale sign that they haven't done a thing. And I can tell by the way her glare disappears when she glances over to him, all the times when he doesn't notice her, that she thinks about him more than he thinks about her.
"Did you find everything alright, sir?" She asks me when I'm finally given the blessing of being rung up.
"Yeah, and no I don't have one of those cards, so don't ask." I tell her.
"Well, we have to ask everyone, sir." She says, I can hear the attitude rising in her voice.
"Whatever. How much do I owe you?" I ask.
"Twenty-two oh seven." She says. I hand her Twenty-three. Then there's a the stutter of the printer printing out my receipt. I look over at the guy, he's got a huge smile on his face and he fakes interest in every customer's stupid, pointless story.
"Sir?" The girl says to me. I glance back at her and jump backwards.
She's standing there, arm extended towards me, receipt and coins in hand, covered in plaster. Her face stuck in a disgusted glare. Her body all white, covered from head to toe in plaster. There isn't a sound other than the thumping of my heartbeat in my ears, and the increasingly fast breathing in my throat.
I grab my Jack and rush out of the store. I open it immediately and start pounding it down.
I've got to talk to someone, maybe Christina might listen--for old time's sake?
I start heading towards Cott's Town, my head already aching.
-Sir Jestro
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
One-Shots
So after discussing it with my BFF_OAT I've decided to try and publish an anthology of short stories. The title of the book will just have to come later. But as of right now I'm going to put seventeen stories in it, I'd like to put an even twenty, but who knows.
I'm sure you all want the titles of them, well, here they are:
I'll try and think of three more, more colorful stories to balance out the really dark ones. And I might even put "My Murderous Heart" in there.....Hmmmm.....Just maybe.
I'm excited!
-Sir Jestro
I'm sure you all want the titles of them, well, here they are:
The World Series
Becky's Diary. DON'T READ!!!!
The Curse of the Werehog
Pig Face
Seven Seconds
The Colony
Black Friday [An Underdog Tale]
Rejected!
Kabuki
Burn the Light
Wednesday the Thirteenth or The Day I Turned Into a Tree
Zeros and Ones
Cry Clown, Cry
Trapped In a Room
The Hunger
Euthanasia
Tingle, For Now
Six Bullets
Give a Penny, Take a Penny
I'll try and think of three more, more colorful stories to balance out the really dark ones. And I might even put "My Murderous Heart" in there.....Hmmmm.....Just maybe.
I'm excited!
-Sir Jestro
Give a Penny, Take a Penny
"Please, Mr. Kindburg, would you care to tell the rest of the guests how you came into your wealth?"
"I'd be delighted, Doctor." Roger Kindburg said. "Well, I'll need to start a few years ago."
The guests all nodded their heads.
"I was working at a grocery store, my fiancé and I," He motioned to the beautiful woman sitting next to him. "had been working together at that store for going at two years, when this all began.
"We were having a hard time paying our bills, as is common with anyone working a minimum wage job--"
"Excuse me, Mr. Kindburg..." An old woman interrupted him. "but how long ago was this?"
"It was four years ago, ma'am." He said with a smile. A look of bewilderment flooding over her face.
"I digress. My fiancé, Megan, and I were having a hard time paying our bills. We had pawned countless sentimental items in order to keep a roof over our heads. It was getting to the point where we wouldn't have too much time until we would be evicted. For those of you sitting here, at this table tonight, who aren't aware of how that feels, I envy you. It's a kind of shame that makes you sick to your stomach." Megan lowered her head.
"We were reaching our breaking point; Megan was asking her mother if she could move back in, but myself, I had no place to go, and as it was, I wouldn't be allowed to stay with Megan and her mother and sisters. Her mother and I didn't see eye to eye, and she felt I wasn't good enough for her daughter. But I didn't want Megan to worry about me, when she had a house waiting for her.
"So one day, the exact date and day of the week is was escape me, but I do remember it was an overcast day. I awoke early, I had to open the store. Megan woke with me, she prepared me a cup of coffee as I showered. When I was getting dressed she came into the bed room and I held her in my arms, she was crying. I held her close to me and I said,
"She pulled herself away from my chest and looked up at me with bloodshot eyes, her cheeks red from crying. She nodded and kissed me.
"I arrived to work thirty minutes earlier than I was scheduled, which I never did. The opening manager was there, sitting upstairs in the office. I walked in there and asked a favor."
"What was the favor?" Another old woman asked.
"I asked him for a one month's notice. It was an unusual request, and I knew that. But I begged him.
"He must agreed to my experiment, which was; everyday he'd pay me a penny, but as the days went along he would double them. So the first day one, second day two, third day four, and so on. He was overjoyed by my proposition. And we signed an agreement form so that at the end of the thirty days I wouldn't be able to sue when I got my check. He must have thought I was losing my mind since Megan was leaving me.
"So for the next thirty days I worked and worked, just like it was any other month. I didn't bring any unnecessary attention to myself, not even when--on day fourteen--Megan left to her mother's. By day twenty I had been evicted and was living in my car, a 1985 Lincoln Towncar. Even still, I didn't bring any attention to myself. I was lucky enough to still have a month remaining on my gym membership. You see, I thought at the beginning of the year, as my New Year's Resolution, to buy an entire year membership. It was my own personal way of going, I thought if I had paid a few hundred dollars up front I'd be bound to go, some time or another.
"I used my membership to give myself access to the showers, not so much to stay fit. I kept myself as well groomed as I could with no money, it was a good thing Megan left her razors when she moved."
The whole dinner table chuckled at this.
"On day thirty, I worked my regular shift; I closed. The manager also closed, that way the to of us could do our exchange in an 'under-the-table' fashion."
"He handed me a check for sixty cents. I looked up at him, my face indifferent."
"I told him. He looked at me, confused."
"He said."
"He raised an eyebrow."
Roger scribbled a number on his napkin that lay discarded on the table. $10,737,418.24 --people gasped around the table.
"My manager looked at me like I had lost my mind. He even started laughing."
"He asked me. I walked over to the dry-erase board that sat next to his desk.
[Day One] 1+1=2
[Day Two] 2+2=4
[Day Three] 4+4=8
[Day Four] 8+8=16
[Day Five] 16+16=32
[Day Six] 32+32=64
[Day Seven] 64+64=128
[Day Eight] 128+128=256
[Day Nine] 256+256=512
[Day Ten] 512+512=1024
[Day Eleven] 1024+1024=2048
[Day Twelve] 2048+2048=4096
[Day Thirteen] 4096+4096=8192
[Day Fourteen]8192+8192=16384
[Day Fifteen] 16384+16384=32768
[Day Sixteen] 32768+32768=65536
[Day Seventeen] 65536+65536=131072
[Day Eighteen] 131072+131072=262144
[Day Nineteen] 262144+262144=524288
[Day Twenty] 524288+524288=1048576
[Day Twenty-One] 1048576+1048576=2097152
[Day Twenty-Two] 2097152+2097152=4194304
[Day Twenty-Three] 4194304+419304=8388608
[Day Twenty-Four] 8388608+8388608=16777216
[Day Twenty-Five] 16777216+16777216=33554432
[Day Twenty-Six] 33554432+33554432=67108864
[Day Twenty-Seven] 67108864+67108864=134217728
[Day Twenty-Eight] 134217728+134217728=268435456
[Day Twenty-Nine] 268435456+268435456=536870912
[Day Thirty] 536870912+536870912=1073741824
"Then I stepped away from the dry-erase board. His eyes were glazed over in confusion. He knew he had lost a lot of money, he knew he was most defiantly losing his job. That was all just simple addition I learned in my freshman year algebra 1 class. If the manager couldn't handle addition, then he wouldn't be able to handle the money in the registers, and we both knew that's what the higher-ups were going to say to him.
"He tried to take me to court for this, saying I tricked him. But the judge and the jury could all see he was the kind of idiot who didn't read the fine print. Also, the form he had me sign at the beginning of the month held him to his actions.
"The money was given to me, even though the judge looked down upon me. He claimed it was almost like cheating, like I was stealing from the company I had worked for. But that didn't bother me too much, everyone with money has had to do something dirty along the way, am I right?"
There was a murmur of agreement all across the dinner table.
"The trial didn't last more than a day, so I had enough time to go visit Megan at her Mother's for Christmas. I invested in Microsoft Stocks, and in Google Stocks...this was before they really took off. Well, Microsoft was still a big company, but that was before they released the X-Box. So I made quite a lot from those stocks, enough to buy Megan and I our own house, and start a family." The Roger smiled and kissed his wife on her cheek. The crowd clapped approvingly and they all smiled as well.
"That was a wonderful story, Roger." An old woman said to him as they left the dinner. "I too always appreciated the penny. I often saw them as the pawns in a game of chess, they're all capable of becoming a queen, but every once in a while one actually does, and it really turns the game on it's head."
-Sir Jestro
"I'd be delighted, Doctor." Roger Kindburg said. "Well, I'll need to start a few years ago."
The guests all nodded their heads.
"I was working at a grocery store, my fiancé and I," He motioned to the beautiful woman sitting next to him. "had been working together at that store for going at two years, when this all began.
"We were having a hard time paying our bills, as is common with anyone working a minimum wage job--"
"Excuse me, Mr. Kindburg..." An old woman interrupted him. "but how long ago was this?"
"It was four years ago, ma'am." He said with a smile. A look of bewilderment flooding over her face.
"I digress. My fiancé, Megan, and I were having a hard time paying our bills. We had pawned countless sentimental items in order to keep a roof over our heads. It was getting to the point where we wouldn't have too much time until we would be evicted. For those of you sitting here, at this table tonight, who aren't aware of how that feels, I envy you. It's a kind of shame that makes you sick to your stomach." Megan lowered her head.
"We were reaching our breaking point; Megan was asking her mother if she could move back in, but myself, I had no place to go, and as it was, I wouldn't be allowed to stay with Megan and her mother and sisters. Her mother and I didn't see eye to eye, and she felt I wasn't good enough for her daughter. But I didn't want Megan to worry about me, when she had a house waiting for her.
"So one day, the exact date and day of the week is was escape me, but I do remember it was an overcast day. I awoke early, I had to open the store. Megan woke with me, she prepared me a cup of coffee as I showered. When I was getting dressed she came into the bed room and I held her in my arms, she was crying. I held her close to me and I said,
"Don't worry, Darling. I have an idea that just might work. I'll need a month though."
"She pulled herself away from my chest and looked up at me with bloodshot eyes, her cheeks red from crying. She nodded and kissed me.
"I arrived to work thirty minutes earlier than I was scheduled, which I never did. The opening manager was there, sitting upstairs in the office. I walked in there and asked a favor."
"What was the favor?" Another old woman asked.
"I asked him for a one month's notice. It was an unusual request, and I knew that. But I begged him.
"Sir, I don't see much future for myself after Meg leaves. And so I'd like to try an experiment, if I may?"
"He must agreed to my experiment, which was; everyday he'd pay me a penny, but as the days went along he would double them. So the first day one, second day two, third day four, and so on. He was overjoyed by my proposition. And we signed an agreement form so that at the end of the thirty days I wouldn't be able to sue when I got my check. He must have thought I was losing my mind since Megan was leaving me.
"So for the next thirty days I worked and worked, just like it was any other month. I didn't bring any unnecessary attention to myself, not even when--on day fourteen--Megan left to her mother's. By day twenty I had been evicted and was living in my car, a 1985 Lincoln Towncar. Even still, I didn't bring any attention to myself. I was lucky enough to still have a month remaining on my gym membership. You see, I thought at the beginning of the year, as my New Year's Resolution, to buy an entire year membership. It was my own personal way of going, I thought if I had paid a few hundred dollars up front I'd be bound to go, some time or another.
"I used my membership to give myself access to the showers, not so much to stay fit. I kept myself as well groomed as I could with no money, it was a good thing Megan left her razors when she moved."
The whole dinner table chuckled at this.
"On day thirty, I worked my regular shift; I closed. The manager also closed, that way the to of us could do our exchange in an 'under-the-table' fashion."
"Well, Roger. Here you go."
"He handed me a check for sixty cents. I looked up at him, my face indifferent."
"Sir, I believe there's been a misunderstanding."
"I told him. He looked at me, confused."
"You said you'd work for thirty days, double payment, correct?"
"He said."
"I did, Sir. But I said a penny a day, and double that. Not double thirty."
"He raised an eyebrow."
"I believe the amount that you owe me is, Ten million, Seven hundred thirty-seven thousand, Four hundred eighteen, and Twenty-four cents...Before tax that is."
Roger scribbled a number on his napkin that lay discarded on the table. $10,737,418.24 --people gasped around the table.
"My manager looked at me like I had lost my mind. He even started laughing."
"How do you figure that, Roger?"
"He asked me. I walked over to the dry-erase board that sat next to his desk.
[Day One] 1+1=2
[Day Two] 2+2=4
[Day Three] 4+4=8
[Day Four] 8+8=16
[Day Five] 16+16=32
[Day Six] 32+32=64
[Day Seven] 64+64=128
[Day Eight] 128+128=256
[Day Nine] 256+256=512
[Day Ten] 512+512=1024
[Day Eleven] 1024+1024=2048
[Day Twelve] 2048+2048=4096
[Day Thirteen] 4096+4096=8192
[Day Fourteen]8192+8192=16384
[Day Fifteen] 16384+16384=32768
[Day Sixteen] 32768+32768=65536
[Day Seventeen] 65536+65536=131072
[Day Eighteen] 131072+131072=262144
[Day Nineteen] 262144+262144=524288
[Day Twenty] 524288+524288=1048576
[Day Twenty-One] 1048576+1048576=2097152
[Day Twenty-Two] 2097152+2097152=4194304
[Day Twenty-Three] 4194304+419304=8388608
[Day Twenty-Four] 8388608+8388608=16777216
[Day Twenty-Five] 16777216+16777216=33554432
[Day Twenty-Six] 33554432+33554432=67108864
[Day Twenty-Seven] 67108864+67108864=134217728
[Day Twenty-Eight] 134217728+134217728=268435456
[Day Twenty-Nine] 268435456+268435456=536870912
[Day Thirty] 536870912+536870912=1073741824
"Then I stepped away from the dry-erase board. His eyes were glazed over in confusion. He knew he had lost a lot of money, he knew he was most defiantly losing his job. That was all just simple addition I learned in my freshman year algebra 1 class. If the manager couldn't handle addition, then he wouldn't be able to handle the money in the registers, and we both knew that's what the higher-ups were going to say to him.
"He tried to take me to court for this, saying I tricked him. But the judge and the jury could all see he was the kind of idiot who didn't read the fine print. Also, the form he had me sign at the beginning of the month held him to his actions.
"The money was given to me, even though the judge looked down upon me. He claimed it was almost like cheating, like I was stealing from the company I had worked for. But that didn't bother me too much, everyone with money has had to do something dirty along the way, am I right?"
There was a murmur of agreement all across the dinner table.
"The trial didn't last more than a day, so I had enough time to go visit Megan at her Mother's for Christmas. I invested in Microsoft Stocks, and in Google Stocks...this was before they really took off. Well, Microsoft was still a big company, but that was before they released the X-Box. So I made quite a lot from those stocks, enough to buy Megan and I our own house, and start a family." The Roger smiled and kissed his wife on her cheek. The crowd clapped approvingly and they all smiled as well.
"That was a wonderful story, Roger." An old woman said to him as they left the dinner. "I too always appreciated the penny. I often saw them as the pawns in a game of chess, they're all capable of becoming a queen, but every once in a while one actually does, and it really turns the game on it's head."
-Sir Jestro
Dollface [Chapter Five]
Tiny and I ran through the desert, it was flat and endless like a plane. Instantly I felt like I was in a geometrical nightmare, for the ground went on and on in every direction, forever. Every once in a while Tiny and I would pass a shrub or a bit of cactus. We'd also see a lizard or snake scurry by. We just kept marching toward the giant moon and the big purple-reddish planets off in the distance. They were so massive that it looked like they were hovering only feet from the horizon.
I looked back at Tiny, who still hadn't made a sound since we first met, I watched as the behemoth just marched alongside me, each massive step crushing the ground below it.
"So, Tiny..." I said trying to extract some kind of conversation out of the giant. "What were you doing out near the woods?"
We walked side by side still, it took me about seven steps to match one of Tiny's. Tiny made no sound, just continued to march.
Left foot.
Crush.
Right foot.
Crush.
Left foot.
Crush.
Right foot.
Crush.
Then Tiny exhaled. I didn't notice the small tube extending out of the top of Tiny's back, facing upwards, into the night's sky, until the eruption of steam came billowing out of it. The burst sounded like a geyser, and looked similar to it as well. The steam drained out for about ten seconds and then abruptly stopped.
"What was that?" I asked Tiny, the sudden explosion of sound had startled me. Still there was no answer only the left foor right foot crushing against the cold desert sand.
"You know what, Tiny?" I asked trying to start another conversation. "I'm not too sure why you decided to start following me, or why you saved me, but I thank you." I looked forward into the night, the only light, the moon and Tiny's face-light. "Because you know, I've never had too many friends, I've been a really 'to myself' kind of person. I've never been one to go out and make friends, or even defend myself when I've needed to."
Left foot.
Crush.
Right foot.
Crush.
"You know, it's just so hard to be an obstacle, I mean it's so much easier to just go with the flow, have people do what they will to you. This is probably one of the fews things I've ever fought for, finding Abbi I mean."
It was then that Tiny began to sing. At first I thought Tiny was going to expel an enormous amount of steam again, but instead it sounded like a whale. The sound was the only fitting sound I could see the giant making, and so it wasn't too much of a surprise.
I nodded my head.
"I don't know what that means, Tiny. But I'm glad you finally decided to speak up." Then Tiny raised one of it's massive hands, extending the index finger. Tiny pointed off into the distance. I looked.
I saw miniature buildings sticking up from the ground a million miles away. They looked like tiny pieces of grass sticking out of the barren landscape.
Tiny sang again, and lowered it's hand. I started walking faster to catch up with it. Tiny was practically running at this point. I ran with all my might just to try and keep pace with the ever increasing speed of Tiny's massive steps. The ground shook under their weight.
Tiny started getting further and further ahead of me, I pushed myself harder and harder to catch up, but no matter how hard I tried the gap was extending between us. I had to stop, to catch my breath. I figured, there wasn't anything else in this desert but the view, and Tiny was massive--not very hard to miss no matter how far ahead of me it was. I stood there, my arms up and over my head, my hands holding onto the back of my head, breathing sporadically.
I watched as Tiny continued to run into the distance, the crashing of the feet could still be felt in my heels. Then Tiny leaped into the air and crashed into the sky. A gigantic crack appeared where Tiny had met the sky, as if it were a wall. Tiny fell onto it's back, the ground shaking beneath the weight. I kept my slow pace, still gasping for air, towards Tiny. I was afraid Tiny had lost it's mind. It was then that the moon fell from the sky and landed next to Tiny on the desert floor and where it used to sit was a sign, "Pompey Welcomes You".
"Son of a Bitch." I said smiling. Tiny had found the entrance to Pompey. But I watched as the moon started rolling around next to Tiny, light bouncing off of it like a disco ball. Tiny rolled onto it's feet and balled it's fists. The moon rolled into Tiny, knocking Tiny over. Then the moon rolled on top of Tiny who, in turn, kicked the moon off of itself.
Tiny rolled onto it's feet again and ran towards the moon, slamming it's shoulder into the massive ball. The moon cracked, I felt the concussion from the hit, it knocked me to my feet. The moon, that stood more than five times as big as Tiny broke into a thousand pieces. As each of the pieces hit the sand they sizzled and turned to smoke. But a majority of the massive sphere remained intact, and it tried rolling Tiny over again.
I watched as Tiny dove out of the way, rolling onto the cold sand. Tiny got to it's feet as the moon rolled past it, and bent over, one hand touching the sand below. A loud popping sound came from Tiny and I watched as a trail of bright white light shot out of the tube extending from Tiny's back. The trial collided with the moon and exploded, shards of illuminated moon rock fell to the sand again. The moon stooped rolling around, Tiny ran towards it.
I watched as Tiny jumped into the hole it had just shot into the moon's surface. The moon started rolling around, as if it were trying to wiggle Tiny out of itself. Then it stopped, and I watched Tiny jump out from it and run towards me. I back up slowly, I feared that maybe Tiny had lost it and was now coming to kill me. Tiny's run didn't slow as it got closer and closer to me, so I did the only thing I could think of.
I ran.
Even though I knew it was pointless I still ran. Within seconds Tiny scooped me up and cradled me in it's arms. I heard a loud crashing sound, and then I felt the smash. It knocked Tiny over and we skidded across the sand.
Silence.
Silence.
Silence.
Tiny let go of me and stood up. I opened my eyes, I was covered in sand. I spit out a mouthful of it and got to my feet. I saw the moon, now a burning heap of melting light. Tiny sang again and marched toward the moon, slow enough for me to keep up with. As we walked toward the moon I saw the behind it was a pair of enormous double door. They were the entrance to Pompey, no doubt.
-Sir Jestro
I looked back at Tiny, who still hadn't made a sound since we first met, I watched as the behemoth just marched alongside me, each massive step crushing the ground below it.
"So, Tiny..." I said trying to extract some kind of conversation out of the giant. "What were you doing out near the woods?"
We walked side by side still, it took me about seven steps to match one of Tiny's. Tiny made no sound, just continued to march.
Left foot.
Crush.
Right foot.
Crush.
Left foot.
Crush.
Right foot.
Crush.
Then Tiny exhaled. I didn't notice the small tube extending out of the top of Tiny's back, facing upwards, into the night's sky, until the eruption of steam came billowing out of it. The burst sounded like a geyser, and looked similar to it as well. The steam drained out for about ten seconds and then abruptly stopped.
"What was that?" I asked Tiny, the sudden explosion of sound had startled me. Still there was no answer only the left foor right foot crushing against the cold desert sand.
"You know what, Tiny?" I asked trying to start another conversation. "I'm not too sure why you decided to start following me, or why you saved me, but I thank you." I looked forward into the night, the only light, the moon and Tiny's face-light. "Because you know, I've never had too many friends, I've been a really 'to myself' kind of person. I've never been one to go out and make friends, or even defend myself when I've needed to."
Left foot.
Crush.
Right foot.
Crush.
"You know, it's just so hard to be an obstacle, I mean it's so much easier to just go with the flow, have people do what they will to you. This is probably one of the fews things I've ever fought for, finding Abbi I mean."
It was then that Tiny began to sing. At first I thought Tiny was going to expel an enormous amount of steam again, but instead it sounded like a whale. The sound was the only fitting sound I could see the giant making, and so it wasn't too much of a surprise.
I nodded my head.
"I don't know what that means, Tiny. But I'm glad you finally decided to speak up." Then Tiny raised one of it's massive hands, extending the index finger. Tiny pointed off into the distance. I looked.
I saw miniature buildings sticking up from the ground a million miles away. They looked like tiny pieces of grass sticking out of the barren landscape.
Tiny sang again, and lowered it's hand. I started walking faster to catch up with it. Tiny was practically running at this point. I ran with all my might just to try and keep pace with the ever increasing speed of Tiny's massive steps. The ground shook under their weight.
Tiny started getting further and further ahead of me, I pushed myself harder and harder to catch up, but no matter how hard I tried the gap was extending between us. I had to stop, to catch my breath. I figured, there wasn't anything else in this desert but the view, and Tiny was massive--not very hard to miss no matter how far ahead of me it was. I stood there, my arms up and over my head, my hands holding onto the back of my head, breathing sporadically.
I watched as Tiny continued to run into the distance, the crashing of the feet could still be felt in my heels. Then Tiny leaped into the air and crashed into the sky. A gigantic crack appeared where Tiny had met the sky, as if it were a wall. Tiny fell onto it's back, the ground shaking beneath the weight. I kept my slow pace, still gasping for air, towards Tiny. I was afraid Tiny had lost it's mind. It was then that the moon fell from the sky and landed next to Tiny on the desert floor and where it used to sit was a sign, "Pompey Welcomes You".
"Son of a Bitch." I said smiling. Tiny had found the entrance to Pompey. But I watched as the moon started rolling around next to Tiny, light bouncing off of it like a disco ball. Tiny rolled onto it's feet and balled it's fists. The moon rolled into Tiny, knocking Tiny over. Then the moon rolled on top of Tiny who, in turn, kicked the moon off of itself.
Tiny rolled onto it's feet again and ran towards the moon, slamming it's shoulder into the massive ball. The moon cracked, I felt the concussion from the hit, it knocked me to my feet. The moon, that stood more than five times as big as Tiny broke into a thousand pieces. As each of the pieces hit the sand they sizzled and turned to smoke. But a majority of the massive sphere remained intact, and it tried rolling Tiny over again.
I watched as Tiny dove out of the way, rolling onto the cold sand. Tiny got to it's feet as the moon rolled past it, and bent over, one hand touching the sand below. A loud popping sound came from Tiny and I watched as a trail of bright white light shot out of the tube extending from Tiny's back. The trial collided with the moon and exploded, shards of illuminated moon rock fell to the sand again. The moon stooped rolling around, Tiny ran towards it.
I watched as Tiny jumped into the hole it had just shot into the moon's surface. The moon started rolling around, as if it were trying to wiggle Tiny out of itself. Then it stopped, and I watched Tiny jump out from it and run towards me. I back up slowly, I feared that maybe Tiny had lost it and was now coming to kill me. Tiny's run didn't slow as it got closer and closer to me, so I did the only thing I could think of.
I ran.
Even though I knew it was pointless I still ran. Within seconds Tiny scooped me up and cradled me in it's arms. I heard a loud crashing sound, and then I felt the smash. It knocked Tiny over and we skidded across the sand.
Silence.
Silence.
Silence.
Tiny let go of me and stood up. I opened my eyes, I was covered in sand. I spit out a mouthful of it and got to my feet. I saw the moon, now a burning heap of melting light. Tiny sang again and marched toward the moon, slow enough for me to keep up with. As we walked toward the moon I saw the behind it was a pair of enormous double door. They were the entrance to Pompey, no doubt.
-Sir Jestro
48 Hours
I'm so tired. But I'm really wired.
How 'bout I take you home and eat your pussy?
But in all honesty, I'm a little preoccupied, writing will have to wait until after I wake up. I've had three cups of coffee, and can't think, plus there's a lot on my mind.
I'm joining a film competition next month, August 7th, 8th and 9th. The 48 Film Festival, is I believe what it's called.
I'll most likely be doing sound design and foley on it. I may also act, but you never know. I just hope that I can get those three days off, because that's all the time we get to brainstorm, shoot the film, and edit it. 3 days, essentially.
I can feel the pang of sleep upon me, the quick bursts around my eyes. I've yawned about twelve times since beginning this post...ugh.
I wonder what genre we'll get, I hope it's something good, and also something that will require not so much effort from me as an actor, I'd like to focus on my sound design, maybe just be a supporting role. We'll see.
I'm excited, for the first time in a few years am I really, truly excited to be a part of something. This should all be very interesting. Expect updates in the near future, and hopefully we'll be able to make a 'behind the scenes' feature, that'd be fun.
If there's a screening, I want you to come with me, to see it on the big screen and you know who you are that person I'm talking about.
Hahahaha, that'd fucking suck if we got a stoner movie or a musical as our genre, ugh!!!!!
Sleep is for the week, sleep is for the weak.
Just a head's up, during those three days, if I don't text you, it's because I'm busy, don't worry though, it's nothing to be worried about, I still love you. Hehehehehehehehe!!!!!
Well, I can feel what little bit of sanity I have left fleeting at this very moment, so I will indeed, call it a night.
Text me when you read this.
'Night!
-Sir Jestro
How 'bout I take you home and eat your pussy?
But in all honesty, I'm a little preoccupied, writing will have to wait until after I wake up. I've had three cups of coffee, and can't think, plus there's a lot on my mind.
I'm joining a film competition next month, August 7th, 8th and 9th. The 48 Film Festival, is I believe what it's called.
I'll most likely be doing sound design and foley on it. I may also act, but you never know. I just hope that I can get those three days off, because that's all the time we get to brainstorm, shoot the film, and edit it. 3 days, essentially.
I can feel the pang of sleep upon me, the quick bursts around my eyes. I've yawned about twelve times since beginning this post...ugh.
I wonder what genre we'll get, I hope it's something good, and also something that will require not so much effort from me as an actor, I'd like to focus on my sound design, maybe just be a supporting role. We'll see.
I'm excited, for the first time in a few years am I really, truly excited to be a part of something. This should all be very interesting. Expect updates in the near future, and hopefully we'll be able to make a 'behind the scenes' feature, that'd be fun.
If there's a screening, I want you to come with me, to see it on the big screen and you know who you are that person I'm talking about.
Hahahaha, that'd fucking suck if we got a stoner movie or a musical as our genre, ugh!!!!!
Sleep is for the week, sleep is for the weak.
Just a head's up, during those three days, if I don't text you, it's because I'm busy, don't worry though, it's nothing to be worried about, I still love you. Hehehehehehehehe!!!!!
Well, I can feel what little bit of sanity I have left fleeting at this very moment, so I will indeed, call it a night.
Text me when you read this.
'Night!
-Sir Jestro
Monday, July 13, 2009
Becky's Diary. DON'T READ!!!!
It's still July Twelfth, Diary. Sorry, I should have just written one really long post, you know?
Well, when I woke--after I brushed my teeth--I bumped into Bido. He was acting more strange than normal. He was acting like I smelled really good, like I was Bella from "Twilight". My stomach fluttered with butterflies. So as we sat on the couch, my cousin Jonathan softly snoring, we talked.
It was the first time I really ever talked to him, he was always asleep or out and about. It was strange, him hitting on me, he was so smooth at it all. The things he said made him seem like he was from another time.
Then I really started to think he was a vampire, because it all sounded so much like 'Twilight'. The look in his eyes made him seem so hungry...thirsty, for my blood. Like there was some kind of monster beneath those big, magnificent eyes. Then I slipped up, diary.
"Are you a vampire?" I asked him. Then he chuckled and said yeah. I gasped, it was like every girl's fantasy had just come true, and I was Charlie--I just got the golden ticket, and now I was running home to show my bed ridden grandparents how awesome I was. Then I really slipped up.
"Do you sparkle in the sunlight?" I asked him. Then he rolled his eyes in disgust.
"Is that a no?" I asked him. Then he quickly changed the subject asking me about the very bright lights that were hovering beside our apartment a few hours before I woke up.
I told him I didn't know what he was talking about, but then I told him my dream.
"That explains the smell." He said, or something like that. He must have meant my missing tooth, I bet my mouth was bleeding and he wanted to drink my blood...how romantic!
"You can drink my blood, if you want." I said seductively. Then I licked my lips and pressed my boobs together and whispered. "I'm bleeding 'down there'." He looked disgusted again and then left before I could tell he was gone. What a strange man. I don't know why he freaked out, I mean it's not like drinking my period blood would hurt me. That was my only problem wit 'Twilight', why didn't Edward just drink her blood from there, it would just be like giving head, and it would kill Bella or turn her into a vampire, so she could still be friends with Jacob and all the other werewolves--and she wouldn't have to worry about losing her parents, and her and Edward could actually have a working sexual relationship.
I want to get eaten out by a hot vampire, damn my being so ugly. I really wish I wasn't fat, I hope somewhere someone will love me.
I'm sorry to get all emo on you right now, Diary, but that's just the way I feel. Don't think any less of me because I'm not always happy, I'll try to be happy again for you, I promise.
Well, I'm going to get some sleep, 'Night!
<3 Becky!
-Sir Jestro
Well, when I woke--after I brushed my teeth--I bumped into Bido. He was acting more strange than normal. He was acting like I smelled really good, like I was Bella from "Twilight". My stomach fluttered with butterflies. So as we sat on the couch, my cousin Jonathan softly snoring, we talked.
It was the first time I really ever talked to him, he was always asleep or out and about. It was strange, him hitting on me, he was so smooth at it all. The things he said made him seem like he was from another time.
Then I really started to think he was a vampire, because it all sounded so much like 'Twilight'. The look in his eyes made him seem so hungry...thirsty, for my blood. Like there was some kind of monster beneath those big, magnificent eyes. Then I slipped up, diary.
"Are you a vampire?" I asked him. Then he chuckled and said yeah. I gasped, it was like every girl's fantasy had just come true, and I was Charlie--I just got the golden ticket, and now I was running home to show my bed ridden grandparents how awesome I was. Then I really slipped up.
"Do you sparkle in the sunlight?" I asked him. Then he rolled his eyes in disgust.
"Is that a no?" I asked him. Then he quickly changed the subject asking me about the very bright lights that were hovering beside our apartment a few hours before I woke up.
I told him I didn't know what he was talking about, but then I told him my dream.
"That explains the smell." He said, or something like that. He must have meant my missing tooth, I bet my mouth was bleeding and he wanted to drink my blood...how romantic!
"You can drink my blood, if you want." I said seductively. Then I licked my lips and pressed my boobs together and whispered. "I'm bleeding 'down there'." He looked disgusted again and then left before I could tell he was gone. What a strange man. I don't know why he freaked out, I mean it's not like drinking my period blood would hurt me. That was my only problem wit 'Twilight', why didn't Edward just drink her blood from there, it would just be like giving head, and it would kill Bella or turn her into a vampire, so she could still be friends with Jacob and all the other werewolves--and she wouldn't have to worry about losing her parents, and her and Edward could actually have a working sexual relationship.
I want to get eaten out by a hot vampire, damn my being so ugly. I really wish I wasn't fat, I hope somewhere someone will love me.
I'm sorry to get all emo on you right now, Diary, but that's just the way I feel. Don't think any less of me because I'm not always happy, I'll try to be happy again for you, I promise.
Well, I'm going to get some sleep, 'Night!
<3 Becky!
-Sir Jestro
Vampires!!!!!
Okay, everyone. I just watched the greatest effing vampire movie ever.
It's known as "Let the Right One In", it's Swedish and it kicks ass.
It had all the old rules, with the exception of one, which they altered. It made sense too, the alteration they made.
God damn dude, that movie was fucking EPIC!!!
Actually, no it wasn't. It was very very subtle and that's what I loved most about it. Just how I feel "The Mothman Prophecies" is one of the scariest movies ever, because of the fact it's so subtle. This film is similar, it's very quite and there isn't too much action, but when there is action, it's so good.
And the storyline was brilliant. I can't wait to show you it [you know who you are, we'll party one day in the very near future and you'll see what the deal is].
So I was talking to Liz today [actually that's something I can say everyday] and I asked her, among the many questions and inquiries of the day; should I write a vampire story?
I don't want to steal Kim Je-Min's thunder, but since I've done a few zombie stories, and am planning on doing a werewolf story, should I not also attempt to write a vampire tale? She said I should and I agree with her, but don't expect any vampire tales to show up for a while, folks. And you can all bet your ass these will be old school, Bram Stoker style vampires, with a little bit of a David Wellington and Steve Niles twist!
I mean I've seen plenty of vampire movies, I know the legends, why not, right? I will tell you one more thing, despite my best friend's request they will NOT sparkle in the sunlight. HAHAHAHA!!!
That reminds me, Liz I need to let you borrow, or buy you a copy of "JTHM" trust me, it's worth every penny you spend on it. There's a short story in there about vampires you might find entertaining.
I was at a party last night with some friends, and one of them brought the idea to my attention of self-publishing one of my stories. So everyone, let's start a poll, which story do YOU all think I should publish?
Let me know.
-Sir Jestro
It's known as "Let the Right One In", it's Swedish and it kicks ass.
It had all the old rules, with the exception of one, which they altered. It made sense too, the alteration they made.
God damn dude, that movie was fucking EPIC!!!
Actually, no it wasn't. It was very very subtle and that's what I loved most about it. Just how I feel "The Mothman Prophecies" is one of the scariest movies ever, because of the fact it's so subtle. This film is similar, it's very quite and there isn't too much action, but when there is action, it's so good.
And the storyline was brilliant. I can't wait to show you it [you know who you are, we'll party one day in the very near future and you'll see what the deal is].
So I was talking to Liz today [actually that's something I can say everyday] and I asked her, among the many questions and inquiries of the day; should I write a vampire story?
I don't want to steal Kim Je-Min's thunder, but since I've done a few zombie stories, and am planning on doing a werewolf story, should I not also attempt to write a vampire tale? She said I should and I agree with her, but don't expect any vampire tales to show up for a while, folks. And you can all bet your ass these will be old school, Bram Stoker style vampires, with a little bit of a David Wellington and Steve Niles twist!
I mean I've seen plenty of vampire movies, I know the legends, why not, right? I will tell you one more thing, despite my best friend's request they will NOT sparkle in the sunlight. HAHAHAHA!!!
That reminds me, Liz I need to let you borrow, or buy you a copy of "JTHM" trust me, it's worth every penny you spend on it. There's a short story in there about vampires you might find entertaining.
I was at a party last night with some friends, and one of them brought the idea to my attention of self-publishing one of my stories. So everyone, let's start a poll, which story do YOU all think I should publish?
Let me know.
-Sir Jestro
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Confessions of a Teenage Zombie [Chapter Nine]
We made our way out of his house, X lead the way.
He took my hand as we walked down the sidewalk.
"Where are we going?" I asked, trying to ignore him holding my hand, but I still kept my grip on his--as to not be rude.
He smiled and looked over to me.
"We're going to the fire station, they're bound to have an axe there."
"Wha!?" I asked, my jaw hanging low in disbelief.
"The fire station, they're bound to--" I cut him off.
"Yeah, I heard what you said, but...are you crazy!?" I screamed.
"A little bit." He smiled and then looked back at the sidewalk ahead of us. He let his head drop, so that now his chin rested on his chest. "It's just that...that it makes sense to me. That's one place that would have an axe, you know?"
I looked down at the sidewalk as we walked, trying to find what his eyes were so intently locked on. I saw nothing but grey concrete divided into squares, grass and weeds growing around them. I heard him take a deep breath, I glanced back up at his eyes. They were closed.
"It's been a long time..." He said, eyes still rolled into the back of his head. "...since I've had a..." He opened them and looked at me, with eyes as big as snow globes. "...a real friend, you know?"
There was a long pause. I was trying to find the right words to say.
"Umm...X?" I asked. "I'm not really your friend, I mean we just met, like ten minutes ago."
"I know." His lips cracked into a tiny smile. "But I just get the feeling it's going to blossom into something beautiful, don't you?"
"Do you mean like a flower?" I asked.
"Yeah, I guess." He replied.
"But I'm dead, X." I said, making the whole scene depressing. "I'm a walking corpse."
"Well, you do more than just walk." He chuckled, I couldn't help but smile. "And besides there's this one particular flower known as the corpse flower."
"Wait, so it's like a dead flower?" I asked.
"No, it just smells like a corpse. Flies carry the eggs around, making new corpse flowers, it's actually pretty interesting if you think about it."
"So rather than birds and bees, they use flies?" I asked.
"Exactly. It's just another approach at the same thing." He said as we turned left and headed onto the main road.
"You aren't talking about flowers anymore, are you?" I asked him as an old couple with a poodle walked past us, the poodle growling the whole time.
"You caught me." He said shrugging his shoulders.
"Then what are you talking about?"
"...You know...dating and um...stuff like that." He said, his head pressed against his chest again.
"So do you go into cemeteries and like, do it with the corpses?" I asked him, still holding his hand, by the way.
"What!? No!" He sounded shocked. "Hell no! I'd might as well fuck a blow-up doll. The best part of sex is the, you know, interaction between both parties." He said started blushing.
"I understand, X." I told him and then he stopped. "What's wrong?"
"We're here." He said. I turned to look and sure enough, we were standing in front of a big red building with the words "FIRE STATION" written on it.
"Are you sure?" I asked. He just laughed and lead me to the big open garage door. "Wait, what are you doing!?" I asked, stopping fast.
"Umm...going inside to get an axe." He said strangely confused.
"Are you going to steal one!?" I asked, my eyes wide.
"Well, yeah." He said it like it was obvious.
"But that's scary!" I was practically screaming. That's when X started laughing.
"What is so funny!?" I asked him.
"You're a flesh eating zombie, what do you have to be scared of?" He was still laughing.
"It's still breaking the law. And hey! I'd like not to get shot again today, if that could be at all possible."
"Alright, well then what do you purpose we do?" He asked.
"Um, excuse me. May I borrow your guys' axe for a minute?" I asked the guy at the front desk of the fire station.
"Sure, what for?" He asked as he rolled his chair back to the wall, where a bright red axe was hanging. I lifted my arm up and shrugged.
"Oh, I see." The guy chuckled. "How did you get chained up?"
"I'm uh...into kinky stuff." I said looking at the floor. The guy started laughing then.
"Hahaha! Alright then!" He stood up and walked around the desk to where X and I were standing. "You know, I wish I was as creative as you kids. I used to do all kinds of crazy things with my ex wife." Then his eyes stared up at the ceiling, like he was lost in thought. "Well, I could have used some of these tricks to keep that marriage going." He shook his head. "Well, whatever. Come on, place your hands over here."
"What a nice guy." I said to X as we walked back to his house.
"I still can't believe that really worked." He said shocked.
"Not everything is achieved by anger and going into a place guns a blazin'." My dad's personal motto.
"I guess you're right." He said as he slid his hand around mine, locking his fingers between mine. "I could learn a lot from you." He smiled.
"And I hope I can learn something from you too, X." I smiled. "But until then, do you think maybe we can go some place, I'm kind of hungry."
"Sure thing, where do you want to go?" He asked.
"My ex's house." I said.
"Sweet." X said.
-Sir Jestro
He took my hand as we walked down the sidewalk.
"Where are we going?" I asked, trying to ignore him holding my hand, but I still kept my grip on his--as to not be rude.
He smiled and looked over to me.
"We're going to the fire station, they're bound to have an axe there."
"Wha!?" I asked, my jaw hanging low in disbelief.
"The fire station, they're bound to--" I cut him off.
"Yeah, I heard what you said, but...are you crazy!?" I screamed.
"A little bit." He smiled and then looked back at the sidewalk ahead of us. He let his head drop, so that now his chin rested on his chest. "It's just that...that it makes sense to me. That's one place that would have an axe, you know?"
I looked down at the sidewalk as we walked, trying to find what his eyes were so intently locked on. I saw nothing but grey concrete divided into squares, grass and weeds growing around them. I heard him take a deep breath, I glanced back up at his eyes. They were closed.
"It's been a long time..." He said, eyes still rolled into the back of his head. "...since I've had a..." He opened them and looked at me, with eyes as big as snow globes. "...a real friend, you know?"
There was a long pause. I was trying to find the right words to say.
"Umm...X?" I asked. "I'm not really your friend, I mean we just met, like ten minutes ago."
"I know." His lips cracked into a tiny smile. "But I just get the feeling it's going to blossom into something beautiful, don't you?"
"Do you mean like a flower?" I asked.
"Yeah, I guess." He replied.
"But I'm dead, X." I said, making the whole scene depressing. "I'm a walking corpse."
"Well, you do more than just walk." He chuckled, I couldn't help but smile. "And besides there's this one particular flower known as the corpse flower."
"Wait, so it's like a dead flower?" I asked.
"No, it just smells like a corpse. Flies carry the eggs around, making new corpse flowers, it's actually pretty interesting if you think about it."
"So rather than birds and bees, they use flies?" I asked.
"Exactly. It's just another approach at the same thing." He said as we turned left and headed onto the main road.
"You aren't talking about flowers anymore, are you?" I asked him as an old couple with a poodle walked past us, the poodle growling the whole time.
"You caught me." He said shrugging his shoulders.
"Then what are you talking about?"
"...You know...dating and um...stuff like that." He said, his head pressed against his chest again.
"So do you go into cemeteries and like, do it with the corpses?" I asked him, still holding his hand, by the way.
"What!? No!" He sounded shocked. "Hell no! I'd might as well fuck a blow-up doll. The best part of sex is the, you know, interaction between both parties." He said started blushing.
"I understand, X." I told him and then he stopped. "What's wrong?"
"We're here." He said. I turned to look and sure enough, we were standing in front of a big red building with the words "FIRE STATION" written on it.
"Are you sure?" I asked. He just laughed and lead me to the big open garage door. "Wait, what are you doing!?" I asked, stopping fast.
"Umm...going inside to get an axe." He said strangely confused.
"Are you going to steal one!?" I asked, my eyes wide.
"Well, yeah." He said it like it was obvious.
"But that's scary!" I was practically screaming. That's when X started laughing.
"What is so funny!?" I asked him.
"You're a flesh eating zombie, what do you have to be scared of?" He was still laughing.
"It's still breaking the law. And hey! I'd like not to get shot again today, if that could be at all possible."
"Alright, well then what do you purpose we do?" He asked.
"Um, excuse me. May I borrow your guys' axe for a minute?" I asked the guy at the front desk of the fire station.
"Sure, what for?" He asked as he rolled his chair back to the wall, where a bright red axe was hanging. I lifted my arm up and shrugged.
"Oh, I see." The guy chuckled. "How did you get chained up?"
"I'm uh...into kinky stuff." I said looking at the floor. The guy started laughing then.
"Hahaha! Alright then!" He stood up and walked around the desk to where X and I were standing. "You know, I wish I was as creative as you kids. I used to do all kinds of crazy things with my ex wife." Then his eyes stared up at the ceiling, like he was lost in thought. "Well, I could have used some of these tricks to keep that marriage going." He shook his head. "Well, whatever. Come on, place your hands over here."
"What a nice guy." I said to X as we walked back to his house.
"I still can't believe that really worked." He said shocked.
"Not everything is achieved by anger and going into a place guns a blazin'." My dad's personal motto.
"I guess you're right." He said as he slid his hand around mine, locking his fingers between mine. "I could learn a lot from you." He smiled.
"And I hope I can learn something from you too, X." I smiled. "But until then, do you think maybe we can go some place, I'm kind of hungry."
"Sure thing, where do you want to go?" He asked.
"My ex's house." I said.
"Sweet." X said.
-Sir Jestro
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