Project Tyranny Collection - Words
The following story was written as part of an experiment. Before writing it, I put in the CD of Whitney Green's songs, picked a random track via shuffle function and wrote about the first thing that came to mind. Mostly, I'm trying to get the creative juices flowing again, because my writers' block has been killing me.
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Words
(Track 6 - Eat Your Heart Out)
The music shook the floor. Little quake, the steady pulse of a catchy beat, loud enough to be heard, but not quite loud enough to make out words.
Do words matter right now? Do they really?
Dan sits across from he. He’s got his arm around some another woman, and he talks and talks and talks. He is very good at the talking thing. I always knew he was going to be a lawyer. He talks and talks, but his eyes never leave mine.
I hear myself make small talk, but I don’t really pay attention. It’s gotten automatic. We talk at each other, like everything is fine, like we don’t have any history, like I never hurt him and he never hurt me.
It’s like dancing. Not the club dancing - like the ballet dancing. Hated ballet. Just another thing my parents made me do. Just another thing my parents liked. But I still remember the steps, those careful steps. Watch where you’re going, Jas! Don’t step on your partner’s feet, Jas! Everything must be perfectly pretty.
God, I hate that bitch. Look at her, being all happy and shit. I just want to reach over and wipe that smile off her face. You think you know him! You’ve been together for, what - four months? I’ve known him since high school. We almost married. It would’ve never worked, but that’s so not the point.
Oh, and you shoes suck. Seriously. Who the fuck wears those shoes with that dress. God!
Dan looks at me and does a little headshake, so slight that anybody else wouldn’t notice. But I notice. He knows what I’m thinking, and he thinks it’s funny.
We knew each other for so long it’s hard to believe that it wasn’t forever. Sometimes, we dated. Sometimes, we were just friends. And sometimes, we were friends that slept together. Once you cross that line, it’s so easy to go back and forth.
I couldn’t resist a smile. I could do it right now. I could take his hand, find us a room and fuck his brains out. Just like old times.
And then what?
It would never work. We tried, God damn it, we tried, but it’s always the same. Sooner or later, I’d get on his nerves, he’ll get on my nerves, we’d fight, we’d cheat and, before you know it, we’d be with other people, staring at each other from across the table.
Dan deserves to be happy. He deserves to be with someone normal. Someone who can do the till death do us part thing. He earned it.
I just wish it didn’t hurt so much to see him with someone else.
I just wish he’d pick someone with freaking color coordination.
Honestly, does she look in the mirror? Like, ever? God.
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2010 (c) strannik01
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Words
(Track 6 - Eat Your Heart Out)
The music shook the floor. Little quake, the steady pulse of a catchy beat, loud enough to be heard, but not quite loud enough to make out words.
Do words matter right now? Do they really?
Dan sits across from he. He’s got his arm around some another woman, and he talks and talks and talks. He is very good at the talking thing. I always knew he was going to be a lawyer. He talks and talks, but his eyes never leave mine.
I hear myself make small talk, but I don’t really pay attention. It’s gotten automatic. We talk at each other, like everything is fine, like we don’t have any history, like I never hurt him and he never hurt me.
It’s like dancing. Not the club dancing - like the ballet dancing. Hated ballet. Just another thing my parents made me do. Just another thing my parents liked. But I still remember the steps, those careful steps. Watch where you’re going, Jas! Don’t step on your partner’s feet, Jas! Everything must be perfectly pretty.
God, I hate that bitch. Look at her, being all happy and shit. I just want to reach over and wipe that smile off her face. You think you know him! You’ve been together for, what - four months? I’ve known him since high school. We almost married. It would’ve never worked, but that’s so not the point.
Oh, and you shoes suck. Seriously. Who the fuck wears those shoes with that dress. God!
Dan looks at me and does a little headshake, so slight that anybody else wouldn’t notice. But I notice. He knows what I’m thinking, and he thinks it’s funny.
We knew each other for so long it’s hard to believe that it wasn’t forever. Sometimes, we dated. Sometimes, we were just friends. And sometimes, we were friends that slept together. Once you cross that line, it’s so easy to go back and forth.
I couldn’t resist a smile. I could do it right now. I could take his hand, find us a room and fuck his brains out. Just like old times.
And then what?
It would never work. We tried, God damn it, we tried, but it’s always the same. Sooner or later, I’d get on his nerves, he’ll get on my nerves, we’d fight, we’d cheat and, before you know it, we’d be with other people, staring at each other from across the table.
Dan deserves to be happy. He deserves to be with someone normal. Someone who can do the till death do us part thing. He earned it.
I just wish it didn’t hurt so much to see him with someone else.
I just wish he’d pick someone with freaking color coordination.
Honestly, does she look in the mirror? Like, ever? God.
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2010 (c) strannik01