Old Flames the REAL ONE
So yea i named my last entry old flames, because i had written a fiction with that title. Your probably wondering why is he travis of all people writing fiction? well lets just say i got a little inspired in english with the satires we've been writing, not to mention its extra credit. I think its crap , but whatever flows..flows. Some say its good, others question did i really write this and others just get forlorn looks in their eyes. Anyway ill let you decide.
The One you could never get
Old Flames never die, they only come back as a burning inferno. Yet the inferno does not just exisist within them, they see it within you as well. However instead of speaking to one another, you stare and glance. These glances in your minds mean more than words could express. For within your flames eyes you see the words "yes, sometime it will happen." You continue to stare back answering with the same reply. Conciously you are aware of your friends around you, joking, laughing, you doing the same. Unconciously your aware of *their* prescence at all times or rather you to try to. Sometimes though within the halls, you'll notice one another on a collision course to get to your respective destinations. Your eyes will lock for a brief second in acknowledgement. Then you will pass by each other with the smallest amount of physical contact. During which your heart speeds up and all you can think of are those few seconds. Eventually you will continue along as if nothing happened however your mind is still clouded by them. Later on, in your bed while you wait for sleep to wrap itself around you, you think about all the possibilities with that flame. The what if's and all that, and then you realize your living in a cruel reality laced with your unattainable fantasies. So all you have are those stares and brief moments of contact within a crowded hallway to relish in. Yes, reality is a cruel thing indeed. Still, even if its not to be, you'll never stop hoping. Hope, its what finally puts you into a deep slumber that will soon be shattered by that blasted alarm clock in the morning...
Its got some errors i know, but hey, this is only my 5th fiction, this being the shortest.
Tempest
The One you could never get
Old Flames never die, they only come back as a burning inferno. Yet the inferno does not just exisist within them, they see it within you as well. However instead of speaking to one another, you stare and glance. These glances in your minds mean more than words could express. For within your flames eyes you see the words "yes, sometime it will happen." You continue to stare back answering with the same reply. Conciously you are aware of your friends around you, joking, laughing, you doing the same. Unconciously your aware of *their* prescence at all times or rather you to try to. Sometimes though within the halls, you'll notice one another on a collision course to get to your respective destinations. Your eyes will lock for a brief second in acknowledgement. Then you will pass by each other with the smallest amount of physical contact. During which your heart speeds up and all you can think of are those few seconds. Eventually you will continue along as if nothing happened however your mind is still clouded by them. Later on, in your bed while you wait for sleep to wrap itself around you, you think about all the possibilities with that flame. The what if's and all that, and then you realize your living in a cruel reality laced with your unattainable fantasies. So all you have are those stares and brief moments of contact within a crowded hallway to relish in. Yes, reality is a cruel thing indeed. Still, even if its not to be, you'll never stop hoping. Hope, its what finally puts you into a deep slumber that will soon be shattered by that blasted alarm clock in the morning...
Its got some errors i know, but hey, this is only my 5th fiction, this being the shortest.
Tempest