Woah. First time in a while that I do… a singular post. Without any odd circumstances. Hehe.
ANYWAYS. A BUNCH OF ODD SHORT STORIES! MOST OF THEM ARE SAPPY.
Non-Sappy
They say that I died a year ago. I don’t remember myself. All I remember is that my current state of living is unacceptable. I walk among these living bastards. And they don’t even know it. The living call us ghosts. But we call them the ‘ghosts’. They don’t realize how good they have it. We’re dead. They’re alive. They have no reason to complain. We have to rebuild. We have to live with the knowledge that we were killed. And we have to replay our dying moment… everyday. And the living… they complain cause they stubbed their toe…
Sappy Ones
The kid stood at the fence of the elegant house. His ruffled hair slightly swaying in the wind. He stood there, tears drying on his face. The sun was still out and was hot enough to start the process of melting of the boy’s chocolates. These chocolates were placed in a heartshaped box. These chocolates, would go unopened. These chocolates were the reason there were tears drying on his face. “No… it’s not the chocolates… it’s you…” He jabbed a finger into his chest, still staring at the house in front of him. The events that predecessed the tears were something he’d try to forget. Something he’d repress. But he wouldn’t do either. Simply because he couldn’t. Love is too strong to forget. Too strong to repress. So. He’d just think. Think and think.
End of Sappy 1
“Love is stupid…” A teen spoke to his accomplice with his face in his arms. “She isn’t worth all this pouting is she…?” No response. “Of course you don’t know. She’s amazing man… Perfect. Beautiful. Smart. Loves everything that I do. And more. I mean. If I looked for a flaw… I just wouldn’t be able to find one… and I will never have her. D’you know how much that sucks?” Again no response. “Course not. You’re all living peachy cause of your situation. Found a girl who stays. I’ve always been a dork. Awkward and quiet. You, on the other hand, don’t need to worry about finding a girl. You have at least a dozen girls waiting… and me… I thought I had her. Guess I was wrong huh…?” He picked his head up. And there she was. Sitting there. Where he expected to see his best friend sat his reason for heartache. She had a smile on her face. She kissed him that day. Ever since? Happy. Happy as they could be.
End of Sappy 2
The cold weather brought a chill to her bare skin. She had no time to grab a jacket when she ran from home. They wouldn’t grant her anytime. She was surprised that she even had time to grab her phone. Home was terrible. Life was terrible. Tears ran down her face, but luckily rain had come and it camoflouged the tear tracks. The tears were everflowing and she was shaking. Pure sadness caused the shaking, but the cold weather and rain pelting at her bare skin did not help at all. She had nothing anymore. Nothing to care for. Nothing to look for. Nothing. Then, the jacket was placed over her shoulders, the handkerchief cleaned her face, the arm was wrapped around her shoulders, and the boy was there. “Don’t cry… I promised I’d help didn’t I?” He gave a small smile. The smile was warm and full of sincerity. The girl choked back the sobs and nodded. “I can’t stand to see you cry like that.” He kept the smile on as he continued to clean her face. “Th-th-they.” He stopped her. “No. They’re nothing now.” She looked up at his warm, concerned face. “Just you and me…” The rain pelted down on him, his hair drooped onto his face. She had barely realized that no rain had hit her. He shielded her from all the rain. He had done all of this… for her. “I’ll always he-” His lips were stopped. By hers.
End of Sappy 3
“And so. Hyperbolas standard equation is?” The class recited as one. “X squared over A squared minus Y squar-” “Psst. Hey.” A young teen broke out of his trance and turned to the person sitting next to him. His best friend. A radiant beauty who he had known for years. Like every cliche, he had fallen for her. He’d loved her as a friend and knew that his love surpassed that. But he couldn’t do anything. “Whaaat? I need to listen. I don’t get this shizz.” She nervously tossed a paper onto his desk and nodded. “Read it. Important.” He had turned down to glance at the paper and as such, he didn’t spot the blush that developed on her face. He slowly unfolded the paper and read slowly. I know. I know that you’ve loved me. And I know that you think you can’t try anything. That I don’t share these feelings. That I would just shoot you down. Make you embarassed. But. I do. I have. You are truly the only person I could see my self happy with. And I feel stupid for only saying this now. So. Just know. You can try. Shock wouldn’t settle in. He was too busy tiding the high of what he had learned. The bell rang and the entire class of 54 barreled to the door. Two stayed behing. Those two… locked lips.
End of Sappy 3
“So. There’s this girl. Known her for a while now. I don’t think I can put it into words… but… I’ll try. If there ever is such a thing as pure beauty… it’s here. Inside and out. Her thoughts, her abilities, her feelings. So beautiful. Her looks. Relevant to my interests.” He stops to laugh. “So amazing. I mean. Look up the definition of awesomely amazing. She’s there. I hope that… she’ll always be near. Always be someone to talk to. Cause… she’s amazing.” He spoke up to the judge. “So. Sir. Let her off. What harm did she do… besides…” He stopped. “Hurting hearts in this courtroom.” He let out a laugh. Smirks broke out in the jury. The judge nodded. “… Very convincing. You truly are a persuasive man.” The man nodded with the smirk. “I only speak the truth.”
THAT ONE WAS QUITE ODD AS WELL.
Well. Another season of American Idol is done. David Archuleta and David Cook faced off last night and the votes came in. The winner? David Cook. By 12 million votes. They both deserved the win. They both were amazing. It really is true. Archuleta was a great singer who is more suited for ballads and epic songs like that. He has an amazing voice. David Cook on the other hand is more suited for rock ballads and the rock genre. But he also has an amazing voice and can pull off many different things. Both these guys deserved to win. And they both are going to have great careers. I can’t wait to see what they come out with. The two of ‘em.
Watching David Cook win… it made me realize something. Dreams come true. Damnz. They really do. He was a bartender who only auditioned because his brother made him. He worked at it and improved week in and week out. He performed a wonderful version of Billy Jean and continued to live his dream. He made it to the end and I truly envy him. My dreams will be hard to reach but at least now I know that I can get to them. I know I will get to those dreams. I have a steep hill climb, but I will do it. I WILLZ. 8D
I AM TIRED. I NEED MOAR SAPPY STORIES TO WRITE. D: MOAR STUFF TO DO! WDBOAWBDI. Lul. I’m having a buy-off with Oscar. Meh. Screw it. I needta focus on writing.
SIGH. I keep thinking. And I can’t stop. It’s the patented Naet thing. So I dunno what to do. I have nothing to fix it with. At least I have a four day weekend coming up. Should be fun. Get my mind off of things. Play some Persona. Sleep. Write and try and set up some time to hang out with some one. Anyone. Cause if not, I will officially have no life. Lulz.
100 wordssss. You know what that means! It’s time for the hundred word countdownnnn.
Introducing! MR. NAET!
Naet: WELL HERE IT GOES. THE WORDS ARE FLYING OUT OF THE GATES. WORD ONE DROPS BACK TO THE END OF THE PACK AND WORD 1500 SLOWLY MAKES IT’S WAY FORWARD. OHMY! WORD 1000 DROPS AND ALL OF THE WORDS BEHIND HIM DROP ALONG WITH HIM! ALL THAT IS LEFT IS WORDS 1500 and 1400. THIS QUITE AMAZING. WHAT WILL HAPPEN? NO ONE KNOWS! 1400 PULLS AHEAD! 1500! 1400! MY GOD, THIS IS TRULY A SPECTACLE OF WORD RACING! WHAT WILL HAPPEN?
1500 wins. Night loves.
