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So, I just found a short story I wrote 2 years ago and wanted to share. So, here it is for you to enjoy.
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BLACK BLEEDS ON WHITE
I turn on the light.
It's 6:22 in the morning and uneasy dreams have once again prodded me awake the way the creepy kid up the street pokes at dead squirrels. My roommate and the girl he brought home while I was sleeping are noisily awake in the other room, making sounds like rabid Silverbacks. I grunt my disapproval and stare up at the calendar...
No work today. Nothing to get up for.
I turn the light back off and lie face down, imagining sleep returning like a forgotten friend. Then I remember what I forgot to do last night...
I turn the light back on and dig through my backpack for paper and pen, then sit down to write you a letter. I start scribbling down thoughts that I swore I'd never tell you: Feelings I'm almost sure you don't reciprocate. I'm going for broke and a broken heart and I'm almost certain this will end badly.
I repeatedly touch pen to paper, making shapes and stains that create words and sentences over and over until the page is filled, then turning it over to continue. I'm not going for subtlety or poetics. Just honesty and black/white truth. And the words bleed from the pen like a severed vein.
I stop for a moment and think of what you'll say when you read this... How many times you'll tel me that I'm just a friend or that I'm an asshole for dropping this bomb on you. How many times I'll see you on the street and you'll look the other way, pretending you don't know me. I reassure myself that being with you is worth the risk of losing you altogether and continue to write.
As I finish page four of this, my proclaimation, I stop and take a breath. I fold it up and seal it into the envelope I addressed and laid out the night before so as to not forget the letter I now hold finished in my hand. I lick the stamp and hear the girl that my roommate had so obviously not wanted me to see sneaking out of the front door so as not to wake me. I scoff and wait for her car to pull away, then open my door, walk through the living room, out the door and down to the mailbox.
I stand there and stare for a moment, almost praying for God to disintigrate me where I stand.
The next few seconds drag on for what seems like infinity as I lift the envelope to the slot. I hold it there like a car waiting to drop into a ravine, teetering on the edge, then let it drop in.
Walking away, I know it's too late to change my mind and remind myself again that you're worth the risk.
As I lay in bed, my fear turns into ease at the thought of getting these feelings off my chest. Then I remember how I know this will end and the fear returns.
I look at the clock.
9:46.
Nothing to get up for, so I roll over...
I turn off the light.
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I hope you guys liked it.
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BLACK BLEEDS ON WHITE
I turn on the light.
It's 6:22 in the morning and uneasy dreams have once again prodded me awake the way the creepy kid up the street pokes at dead squirrels. My roommate and the girl he brought home while I was sleeping are noisily awake in the other room, making sounds like rabid Silverbacks. I grunt my disapproval and stare up at the calendar...
No work today. Nothing to get up for.
I turn the light back off and lie face down, imagining sleep returning like a forgotten friend. Then I remember what I forgot to do last night...
I turn the light back on and dig through my backpack for paper and pen, then sit down to write you a letter. I start scribbling down thoughts that I swore I'd never tell you: Feelings I'm almost sure you don't reciprocate. I'm going for broke and a broken heart and I'm almost certain this will end badly.
I repeatedly touch pen to paper, making shapes and stains that create words and sentences over and over until the page is filled, then turning it over to continue. I'm not going for subtlety or poetics. Just honesty and black/white truth. And the words bleed from the pen like a severed vein.
I stop for a moment and think of what you'll say when you read this... How many times you'll tel me that I'm just a friend or that I'm an asshole for dropping this bomb on you. How many times I'll see you on the street and you'll look the other way, pretending you don't know me. I reassure myself that being with you is worth the risk of losing you altogether and continue to write.
As I finish page four of this, my proclaimation, I stop and take a breath. I fold it up and seal it into the envelope I addressed and laid out the night before so as to not forget the letter I now hold finished in my hand. I lick the stamp and hear the girl that my roommate had so obviously not wanted me to see sneaking out of the front door so as not to wake me. I scoff and wait for her car to pull away, then open my door, walk through the living room, out the door and down to the mailbox.
I stand there and stare for a moment, almost praying for God to disintigrate me where I stand.
The next few seconds drag on for what seems like infinity as I lift the envelope to the slot. I hold it there like a car waiting to drop into a ravine, teetering on the edge, then let it drop in.
Walking away, I know it's too late to change my mind and remind myself again that you're worth the risk.
As I lay in bed, my fear turns into ease at the thought of getting these feelings off my chest. Then I remember how I know this will end and the fear returns.
I look at the clock.
9:46.
Nothing to get up for, so I roll over...
I turn off the light.
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I hope you guys liked it.