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| thirteen | Oct 15 2008, 08:39 PM Post #1 |
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i'll sick sis on you
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its a class essay that turned into a cool idea. i just use snapshots from my mind to describe certain moments, but it'll be like IRL style. 1) I close the large mahogany door behind me, set my oversized bag to the wood floor, and head to the kitchen. The usual sight greets me. Long arms covered by thin sleeves resting on the counter, head low bobbing at a soft rhythm, dark golden hair covering her closed eyes. I walk over to her, holding back a thunderstorm of laughs, and poke her in the side. She jumps, no leaps, out of the tall chair and bounces on the cold stark white tile. I couldn’t help but let loose a torrent of laughter. “Damn it Eli, I told you not to do that” my old friend Nicole yells at me, her Ipod next to her displaying her favorite album. “Your own fault for not paying attention” I reply nonchalantly. We had this skit down to the very last word, her freaking out, me laughing. We never said it, but these times of just playful idiocy was what me and Nicole lived for. I wait for her to stand up and brush herself off, and as she does that, I busy myself with looking through her fridge, filled with nothing to good, for her soda. She ruffles my slowly whitening hair. “So what’s my lil’ bro doing here” she’d simply shuffle up next to me, reach her arm into the cold box, and magically pull out a coke for me and her. “What? A guy can’t come and see his friend and surrogate sister without having a motive” she snickers, then chuckles, before bursting out in pure laughter. I smile and just open the red frozen can. “Eli, you always have a motive. And I‘m only your ‘sis‘ because your like my little brother” she finishes her laughter with these words, and I would sip my drink, smiling. 2) “Think we can find Anthony today? Or maybe Jon.” we walked down the street at a brisk pace, me holding an open can of my surname. “which Jon, Canadian or Mr. Dragon fetish?” we turned the corner, continuing down the street to the bus stop, listening to all the gossiping ninnies and showy jocks. “Dragon fetish” sis mumbles. People would find it hard that sis was the older of us, I blame it on her habit of just acting like a kid, but I couldn’t really blame her. We make it to the bus stop, and I finish my coke, tossing it over my head into the dirt on the side of the road. “You shouldn’t litter, you know that Smacky the frog hates that and forest fires” we both guffaw, and I take a seat on the solid steel guard rail. “Anthony should be at his house, but I don’t really now about either of the Jon’s.” “To Anthony’s it is” she shouted, as if captain of a ship to his or her crew. “Only if you don’t try to rape him this time” she scowls, lifting her covered right arm and lifted a single digit “That was only one time, ok and it will never happened again” I hold back another guffaw and lift my own arm, making a peace sign. “Twice, or did you forget the slumber party?” she blushes before looking down. I turned to face the road, looking for the bus before I hear her again, this time going hysterical. “oh yeah, and Jenny tried to make out with Jon in the closet” 3) Its night, the crescent in the sky softly illuminating my path. She’s in the very corner, the concrete wall to her back. She had her legs drawn up, crushing it close to her chest. Her sleeves were rolled up, and she was looking at them, counting as if. 9... Nine times she’s tried, I try my best to stride quietly to her and dropping down next to her. “you know sis, misery loves company” she quickly tried to pull her sleeves down, ashamed of what she’d done. She looked away, to the large painted rock in the center of the back. Instead of following her gaze, I stared upwards to the stars, thinking. She misses both of them, and I try my best to help her. “I’m sure citrus is in a better place” nothing. “and what happened to Matthew wasn’t your fault” “YES IT WAS!” she yelled at me in tears. “HE DIED BECAUSE OF ME” I sigh. “Sis, it was never your fault, you didn’t intend for it to happen. Would he want you to be sad?” nothing once more. I wait a few minutes, which feel like hours. “blackbird singing in the dead of night” I whispered just enough for only her to hear. I wait another pain staking minute. “Take these broken wings and learn to fly” I smiled at her, she beamed back. “All your life…” “you were only waiting for this moment to arise” we laugh. This song made both of us feel better, and deep down I know there both smiling up there. Edited by thirteen, Oct 15 2008, 08:42 PM.
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| BrokenHeart15 | Oct 16 2008, 12:12 AM Post #2 |
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Welcome the dawn, but forgive the night
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i don't get it |
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| Citrus | Oct 16 2008, 03:40 PM Post #3 |
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Evil and Insane like Lord Orochimaru!!!
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BH those are some memories that 13 and I share. God I love raping Reno. In fact, *rapes reno with a taco and chocolate milk*. BTW *kills BH using a flagpole, water, rope, and a hammer* |
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| BrokenHeart15 | Oct 17 2008, 06:49 PM Post #4 |
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Welcome the dawn, but forgive the night
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*revives* i have permanent auto-life, if you didn't already know. but these, hmm, i can't quite explain |
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| thirteen | Oct 17 2008, 08:53 PM Post #5 |
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i'll sick sis on you
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there memories bh, only i edited them to be as if they happened in reality |
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| BrokenHeart15 | Oct 18 2008, 10:31 AM Post #6 |
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Welcome the dawn, but forgive the night
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they're nice |
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