As promised... :D
This was written quite some time ago, but I never posted it. Why?
Because I wanted to check it first, make some corrections here and there before putting it up here.
And I had a problem with the name. What should I call it? Still don't know, really, I just decided on a name because I got tired of searching for the perfect name. I will post it here for another reason
and that is because I had written this during one of the lessons in school, since listening to the
teacher was way too boring for me.
And because I found a book about English idioms in the library and had quickly fallen in-love with it
(sorry, I have no Valentine's card for you, will make one, once I actually buy you, precious<3).
So what is this I was doing during class?
I would call it a short story / fiction, which idea came from an interesting (read usable) idiom I read
about in the book. It's a bit to long to be called a drabble and that's the reason I had problems naming
it (my friend would strangle me if I called a story with more than 100 words a drabble, so that was out
of the question). The idiom was kinda used as a prompt, but with no known/fixed characters, just pure
imagination forming from two to six or more words that formed the idiom.
That's all I wanted to explain about the story and now I think it's about time I present you with it. Enjoy : )
Title: A game that was never just a game
Prompt/idiom: have an ace up your sleeve
Genre: Angst(y) (according to my friend, I don't really know if I am capable of writing angst, but you be the judge of that)
Characters: Fictional
It was a game that we played. Him and I. A foul game. A game of humiliation. A game where the winner is the one who can humiliate the other the most. There were many casualties in this game. Emotional casualties.
It started really innocently. But as time passed by it went out of control. We both got really hurt and were too stubborn to stop. There was only one thing all this was leading down to. Total destruction. Of both of us.
I was always the one that suffered more damage. No mather what I did he was always one step ahead of me. Even when I thought I would finally be able to catch up to him and beat him in this game, he had one last ace up his sleeve and crushed me into pieces. I lost. More than just a game.
After a long time I finally understood why he was always so confident and cocky from the beginning of the game. He had that ace all along and I there was no way I would ever win against him. I never stood a chance.
It's funny how there was actually something between us before the whole game started. Some kind of sparks or...I don't know,...something. Something I have never felt before in my life.
I haven't realized what it was that I felt until the very last and worst moment. The moment of my defeat. In my weakest state, humiliated so bad my whole body ached, down on my knees because I couldn't support myself anymore, hot tears running down my cheeks, vision blurred, when it just hit me. A wave of calm. My body moved on it's own as I lifted my face to look into his eyes, still crying and spoke in a small voice without thinking: 'I love you.'
It took a few moments for him to realize what I said, smug replaced with utter surprise that was now evident in his eyes. The words shocked me as well and I immediately felt sick to the stomach, not able to process any other thought than the one that was telling me to get out of there, fast. Pale and shaking I stumbled out of the room as fast as I could without a word, never once looking back.
The End
Because I wanted to check it first, make some corrections here and there before putting it up here.
And I had a problem with the name. What should I call it? Still don't know, really, I just decided on a name because I got tired of searching for the perfect name. I will post it here for another reason
and that is because I had written this during one of the lessons in school, since listening to the
teacher was way too boring for me.
And because I found a book about English idioms in the library and had quickly fallen in-love with it
(sorry, I have no Valentine's card for you, will make one, once I actually buy you, precious<3).
So what is this I was doing during class?
I would call it a short story / fiction, which idea came from an interesting (read usable) idiom I read
about in the book. It's a bit to long to be called a drabble and that's the reason I had problems naming
it (my friend would strangle me if I called a story with more than 100 words a drabble, so that was out
of the question). The idiom was kinda used as a prompt, but with no known/fixed characters, just pure
imagination forming from two to six or more words that formed the idiom.
That's all I wanted to explain about the story and now I think it's about time I present you with it. Enjoy : )
Title: A game that was never just a game
Prompt/idiom: have an ace up your sleeve
Genre: Angst(y) (according to my friend, I don't really know if I am capable of writing angst, but you be the judge of that)
Characters: Fictional
It was a game that we played. Him and I. A foul game. A game of humiliation. A game where the winner is the one who can humiliate the other the most. There were many casualties in this game. Emotional casualties.
It started really innocently. But as time passed by it went out of control. We both got really hurt and were too stubborn to stop. There was only one thing all this was leading down to. Total destruction. Of both of us.
I was always the one that suffered more damage. No mather what I did he was always one step ahead of me. Even when I thought I would finally be able to catch up to him and beat him in this game, he had one last ace up his sleeve and crushed me into pieces. I lost. More than just a game.
After a long time I finally understood why he was always so confident and cocky from the beginning of the game. He had that ace all along and I there was no way I would ever win against him. I never stood a chance.
It's funny how there was actually something between us before the whole game started. Some kind of sparks or...I don't know,...something. Something I have never felt before in my life.
I haven't realized what it was that I felt until the very last and worst moment. The moment of my defeat. In my weakest state, humiliated so bad my whole body ached, down on my knees because I couldn't support myself anymore, hot tears running down my cheeks, vision blurred, when it just hit me. A wave of calm. My body moved on it's own as I lifted my face to look into his eyes, still crying and spoke in a small voice without thinking: 'I love you.'
It took a few moments for him to realize what I said, smug replaced with utter surprise that was now evident in his eyes. The words shocked me as well and I immediately felt sick to the stomach, not able to process any other thought than the one that was telling me to get out of there, fast. Pale and shaking I stumbled out of the room as fast as I could without a word, never once looking back.
The End