I wrote another story!
ok, no picture, but I wrote a story about 10 minutes ago. I think it's pretty awesome, so I thought I'd share it.
A break from the norm
So Billy’s walking down Victoria Street right, past this Londis shop, and he knows them fucking kids are going to be there like they’re always there every fucking day. Every fucking day they’re waiting there for him, and he always walks the same fucking way home, because Billy knows, right, that if he doesn’t walk home that way for one day, he’s going to get it even worse the next fucking day. So he does the same thing he does everyday, walk past the fucking Londis, past the fucking kids, and then they stop him while he tries to walk past, tries to look the other way, like it makes any fucking difference! He looks the other way on the miniscule chance they’ll leave him be or whatever. Like every day though, they of course don’t leave him be. They walk up to him like they fucking do every fucking day.
“Alright Dick, how’s yer ma?”
“Ha ha ha you can still smell her on my finger!”
“Your mum’s a fucking slut, do you know that Dick?”
And what does the stupid prick do? The stupid fucking prick answers these kids back!
“M… M… My mum’s not a slut Robbie.”
“Speak up Dick! We can’t hear you, you gutless little prick!”
So the gutless little prick speaks up some! What a turn up for the books!
“My… My mum’s not a slut Robbie”
“Say that again Dick. Just say that again, I fucking dare you!”
You know the feeling when mere seconds pass but they feel like hours? Like when you were six and you knew your mum said she’d only be five minutes in the shop but you’re sure she’s been gone almost 3 hours now and she must have been killed by a robber or the robber is in a shop and she can’t get out, or she got hit by an ambulance or run over by a Rhino like in James and the Giant Peach. In that little six year old brain all kinds of scenarios are playing around. In reality, mum has been gone close to fifteen minutes, but nowhere near 3 hours.
But brains are like that, they can slow down times of great physical or mental pain to feel like hours and hours and hours. Your brain goes through so many pessimistic and morbid thoughts that you literally feel like you’re ageing years while sitting in that chair.
Billy’s brain was much like this right now. He knew he was in a right little pickle. The last time he answered back at Robbie or any of his stupid friends was a long time ago. Billy had learnt a great deal about life since then. He was hardly into his second year at secondary school, but he already knew that sometimes there’s no point and no hope in fighting. Sometimes you just had to take what God threw at you. But Billy had been stupid enough to fucking answer back to Robbie, and now he was going to get hurt.
What right did Robbie have to do all that to him? ]Who the fuck did Robbie think he was?] Just because he was big, older, stupider, he thought he had some right to push the smaller kids around. Being dumb was not a reasonable excuse for being a bully. [Robbie was such a fucking wimp he had to pick on year eights, even though he was a year ten.]
[I can take him, I can fucking take him!]
[what are you on about? He’s huge]
[yeah but he’s a pussy. He’s got to be a pussy, else he’s be fighting year elevens]
[jesus! I’m not Steven fucking Seagal! He’s huge]
[yeah but one punch in the right place and I’ll have him]
[jesus, he’ll beat me even more! And he might take my shoes like last time. Just take whatever he throws, but don’t fight back]
[no, I’m fed up! I’m fucking fed up of being pushed around, I’m gonna fucking take him]
“oi Dick, stop looking at the fucking floor you pussy, you’re not fucking crying are you, you little shit?”
[that’s it, I’ve made my mind up, I’m going to take him on as soon as I look up I’ll look him in the eye and I’ll fight him]
[jesus, oh jesus, oh jesus I’m going to get killed. Robbie’s going to kill me]
[I can do this]
[alright, I’m gonna do it]
“that’s better you little shit. Right, give me your shoes you little fucker.”
[fuck it!!!]
“what the fuck?”
And Billy swung that fist. He swung it with all his heart and soul. The sun flared for those seconds, which seemed to pass like hours. Sometimes it’s the glorious moments as much as the fearful ones that pass like days. This moment was glorious indeed.
“ha ha ha ha what was that? You must really want to go home in an ambulance or something. Little prick!”
cue much biffage
Sometimes even moments of extreme failure bring with them feelings of great pride and accomplishment.
end
A break from the norm
So Billy’s walking down Victoria Street right, past this Londis shop, and he knows them fucking kids are going to be there like they’re always there every fucking day. Every fucking day they’re waiting there for him, and he always walks the same fucking way home, because Billy knows, right, that if he doesn’t walk home that way for one day, he’s going to get it even worse the next fucking day. So he does the same thing he does everyday, walk past the fucking Londis, past the fucking kids, and then they stop him while he tries to walk past, tries to look the other way, like it makes any fucking difference! He looks the other way on the miniscule chance they’ll leave him be or whatever. Like every day though, they of course don’t leave him be. They walk up to him like they fucking do every fucking day.
“Alright Dick, how’s yer ma?”
“Ha ha ha you can still smell her on my finger!”
“Your mum’s a fucking slut, do you know that Dick?”
And what does the stupid prick do? The stupid fucking prick answers these kids back!
“M… M… My mum’s not a slut Robbie.”
“Speak up Dick! We can’t hear you, you gutless little prick!”
So the gutless little prick speaks up some! What a turn up for the books!
“My… My mum’s not a slut Robbie”
“Say that again Dick. Just say that again, I fucking dare you!”
You know the feeling when mere seconds pass but they feel like hours? Like when you were six and you knew your mum said she’d only be five minutes in the shop but you’re sure she’s been gone almost 3 hours now and she must have been killed by a robber or the robber is in a shop and she can’t get out, or she got hit by an ambulance or run over by a Rhino like in James and the Giant Peach. In that little six year old brain all kinds of scenarios are playing around. In reality, mum has been gone close to fifteen minutes, but nowhere near 3 hours.
But brains are like that, they can slow down times of great physical or mental pain to feel like hours and hours and hours. Your brain goes through so many pessimistic and morbid thoughts that you literally feel like you’re ageing years while sitting in that chair.
Billy’s brain was much like this right now. He knew he was in a right little pickle. The last time he answered back at Robbie or any of his stupid friends was a long time ago. Billy had learnt a great deal about life since then. He was hardly into his second year at secondary school, but he already knew that sometimes there’s no point and no hope in fighting. Sometimes you just had to take what God threw at you. But Billy had been stupid enough to fucking answer back to Robbie, and now he was going to get hurt.
What right did Robbie have to do all that to him? ]Who the fuck did Robbie think he was?] Just because he was big, older, stupider, he thought he had some right to push the smaller kids around. Being dumb was not a reasonable excuse for being a bully. [Robbie was such a fucking wimp he had to pick on year eights, even though he was a year ten.]
[I can take him, I can fucking take him!]
[what are you on about? He’s huge]
[yeah but he’s a pussy. He’s got to be a pussy, else he’s be fighting year elevens]
[jesus! I’m not Steven fucking Seagal! He’s huge]
[yeah but one punch in the right place and I’ll have him]
[jesus, he’ll beat me even more! And he might take my shoes like last time. Just take whatever he throws, but don’t fight back]
[no, I’m fed up! I’m fucking fed up of being pushed around, I’m gonna fucking take him]
“oi Dick, stop looking at the fucking floor you pussy, you’re not fucking crying are you, you little shit?”
[that’s it, I’ve made my mind up, I’m going to take him on as soon as I look up I’ll look him in the eye and I’ll fight him]
[jesus, oh jesus, oh jesus I’m going to get killed. Robbie’s going to kill me]
[I can do this]
[alright, I’m gonna do it]
“that’s better you little shit. Right, give me your shoes you little fucker.”
[fuck it!!!]
“what the fuck?”
And Billy swung that fist. He swung it with all his heart and soul. The sun flared for those seconds, which seemed to pass like hours. Sometimes it’s the glorious moments as much as the fearful ones that pass like days. This moment was glorious indeed.
“ha ha ha ha what was that? You must really want to go home in an ambulance or something. Little prick!”
cue much biffage
Sometimes even moments of extreme failure bring with them feelings of great pride and accomplishment.
end