| The Accident
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“Can’t we t—“
“I told you I don’t want to talk to you!”
“But…I really think we should discuss this.”
“No. We will only get into a huge argument and you’ll hit me and I’ll cry. It’s the same thing every time we try to ‘discuss’ something.”
“We do not! How can you say that?”
“You’re only saying that because we’re in front of other people and you want to have this picture-perfect image going on.”
“What are you talking about? That’s insane!!”
“Is it? Is it really? Are you telling me that you didn’t really tell me to say that any bruise I’ve ever gotten from you was really a fall down the stairs or a drunken slip?”
“Of course not, sweetie, please stop. People are starting to stare.”
“I don’t care. I am tired of covering for you. Things aren’t working out and you know it!”
“That’s not true.”
“You wouldn’t know true if it bit you in the butt.”
“……” Words were unable to come to the thin boy. He scratched his head, dandruff falling from his thick black mane of hair.
“Yeah, you can’t even deny it!”
“Don’t do what I know you want to do. Not here, not now. Just don’t. Wait until we can discuss this.”
“No. I will not put up with this anymore. It’s over.” The girl stomped off to the cooler, grabbing a can of Bud Light and heading out to the deck.
“Baby, come back here.” She paused at the door.
“I’m not your ‘baby’ anymore.” Then she stalked out the door.
He sat there, unable to believe what happened. He looked at the floor, his face going scarlet. ‘People are looking at me. Why did she have to do it so publicly?’ Then he got up off the floor, picked up the rest of his dignity, and followed her out the sliding glass door, into the party below.
“You don’t walk away from me in the middle of a conversation.”
“I told you, it’s over. You can’t change things. We are through, and I want you to stop pretending that it’s not.”
“We don’t always get what we want, now do we?” He sniggered, and grabbed her wrists. She winced, trying to pull free.
“Let go, or I’ll scream.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“HELP! He’s hurting me! He won’t let go! HELP!”
“I told you not to scream. Now shut up or I’ll make you shut up.”
“We don’t always get what we want, do we? HELP!”
With that, he grabbed her by the throat, and began to squeeze. She struggled against his grip, all the while her face turning red. Finally, she stopped struggling.
“Have you finally had enough?” the boy calmly asked.
The girl didn’t answer. She couldn’t, for she had fallen unconscious. The boy looked down, his eyes wide with fear. He looked at her porcelain face, her eyes closed. He gasped and dropped her on the deck.
“Tasaka Police Department, what is your emergency?”
“Hi. I’m at a party, and this girl just collapsed. I don’t think she’s breathing. She needs help.”
“What is the address?”
“248 Surface St.”
“Okay, I will send an ambulance right away. Please stay where you are.”
“Okay, bye.” With that, the boy jumped off the deck, and took off towards his car. The engine roared to life, and he flew down the street. On his way, he passed the ambulance.
“You’re too late, buckaroo.” He laughed, and turned on the radio. As soon as the song hit his ears, he forgot all that he had just done. Then, he rode of into the distance, leaving everything behind. |
Sunshine’s Remembrance top
At first glance,
You see a window;
But it’s just a dream, of sweetness,
Of chocolate and Sunshine;
One by which we’re fooled
Into thinking everything’s fixed.
But everything isn’t fixed,
Reality isn’t at a glance.
It’s going to keep you confused and fooled
And you’ll just fall through the window
Remembering all your fun times in the Sunshine
Try not to forget the touch of sweetness.
There it is again, sweetness,
But no, it’s NOT fixed!!
Gone away is the Sunshine
Far away from your glance.
It’s back to the streaky windows,
The ones that are fooling.
Don’t act like a fool
Remember all that sweetness
Don’t forget to look at the window
Not through the fixt-
ure that gets many glances
when there is no Sunshine
The disappearing Sunshine
forgotten by fools
without a second thought or glance
those that forgot her sweetness
that does not need to be fixed
because of her window,
Her heart’s dirty window,
through which to see the soul of the Sunshine
she’s not broken, there’s nothing to fix
unless you’re a fool
that can’t deal with sweetness,
the sweetness in her glance.
Please don’t reject that glance
Sunshine isn’t something to fix, it’s an admiral window of sweetness
At a time like this, promise me you won’t be a fool? |
The Day His World Ended top
As he boarded the plane, his heart pounded loudly. He finally realized he’d never see his girl again. She had cried, pleading him to stay, but all he could do was look at the floor. His blue-blonde hair fluttered as he walked into the cockpit. He had to duck to avoid hitting the navigation system.
He could remember the way she looked, so forlorn, as he had walked out the door. Her short red hair had been all matted from sleep, and her eyes were blood-shot, making her look as if she had just smoked a bowl. He found his seat and stared out the window, wishing that his father would come on board and tell him it was all a joke, that he wasn’t really moving 3000 miles away. But he knew that his father had made up his mind; John Loradan never changes his mind after it’s made up. He wanted to kill his father the second the words had left his mouth. “You’re moving in with your mom. She will pick you up at the airport. You will attend Grand Elite Boys’ School, and graduate there. You will not throw your life away for that stupid girl.” The words reverberated around in his head, those hated words screaming to the point of tears. He couldn’t believe he had trusted his dad. That man just wanted to ruin his life. But he had no choice, and now he was off to hell, leaving the love of his life behind.
“Can I get you anything, sir?” the teeny flight attendant asked.
“Do you have Skyy Vodka and Vicodin?”
“Umm…no. But we do have club soda and crackers,” she laughed, trying to make it a joke.
“Thanks, but no thanks. All I want is to be off this damn plane,” he snapped back.
“Okay then, I’ll leave you alone. Hi, can I get you….” Her voice faded as she moved down the plane.
He checked his cell; no call from Jazzy. ‘DANG!’ he thought, wishing she’d call.
Finally, he gave up, and dozed off. Next thing he knew, he heard, “Will everyone please fasten their seat belts? We will be landing shortly.”
‘Great. We’re here. This sucks. I don’t even know this freakin’ woman,’ he thought, still groggy from sleep.
He fastened his seat belt, and put up his airline tray. He pulled the worn 3x5 note card from his back jeans pocket. He unfolded it, and looked down at the name. ‘Susan Hayatt, age 42, Fairington, Michigan’ it read. ‘Great,’ he thought. ‘I’m in Fairington, while Jaz is in Anchorage, Alaska. Could my life get any worse?!’ |
Five…Four…Three…Two…One… top
“What do I do now? I can’t just leave.”
“You’re going to have to decide what is more important.”
“But they both are! How can he think that I would cheat on him? It’s just a project, nothing more.”
“Well then, Alison, tell him that.”
“He’d never understand.”
With that, Alison called Jason, and said the words that no one ever wants to hear. “It’s over.”
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The music was blasting, making it impossible to hear the girl he was standing by.
“What?” he yelled over the music.
“I said, ‘are you ready to go yet?’”
“No, give me five minutes.”
“Okay, I’ll be in the car.” With that, she turned away, and walked out the door.
“Hey…” a sultry feminine voice from behind said.
“Hey, Jenna!” he replied.
“Where’s your girlfriend?”
“She’s in the car. I’m waiting for Jason.”
“You know he’s gonna kill you, right?”
“What’s he going to do, shoot me?”
“I wouldn’t be surprised. I’d leave now. When he’s drunk, he has no control over his anger. Believe me when I say it isn’t safe here.”
“I’ll be fine,” he said annoyed. “I don’t need you telling me what’s safe and unsafe.”
“Jeeze, chill out. I was just trying to warn you. Don’t say I didn’t try.”
“I don’t need your help. Now will you leave me alone?” He glared at her, and stomped off to the cooler. He grabbed a Bud Light, and walked upstairs.
“You are so dead. I told you to back up off me. You didn’t listen. Now is your time to pay.” The gruff boy stood at the top of the stairs, blocking the way to the bathroom.
“Look, I just have to pee.” Jared turned around and tried to go back down the stairs, but Jason’s friend, Lucas, was blocking that way. He turned back around and was face to face with a barrel. “Look, you don’t really want to do this. If you do, you will go to jail.”
“No, I really won’t. Because after you’re dead, I’m turning this on myself. You took the one thing I needed from me and now there’s no reason to live. Nothing will happen to me. It’s your family that’s going to go crazy.”
“Please, I don’t like her. She came on to me, not the other way around. Why can’t you believe me?”
“Because she dumped me. For another guy. I’m assuming that guy is you.”
“But it’s not. I’m only working on a language project with her. We were assigned to work together. Please don’t do anything rash.” With that, he heard the hammer click into place. His last conversation with his sister flashed through his mind. She had warned him ‘He thinks you’re the reason Alison broke up with him. If you go to this party, he will kill you. He has a 9mm, and I know he’s not scared to use it. He’s got nothing to lose.’
“Just please let me call my sister. That’s all I’m asking for.”
“You have 30 seconds.”
The cell phone rang, but no one was answering. “Come on, Rory, answer the damn phone. I only have 30 seconds!”
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Her blonde-blue hair flutters in the wind, her gray eyes filling with tears. She turns around, and looks at the grave behind her.
“Let’s go, Rory. There’s nothing left to do.”
“No. I can’t just leave. It isn’t fair.”
“Of course it’s not fair, but there’s nothing we can do to change it.”
“I’ll meet you in the car. Give me five minutes.”
“Okay, sweetie, hurry.” Her mother walks away, her black skirt swaying from side to side.
The girl turns to face the grave. She rereads the name. ‘Jared Tindleton, DOB 06/12/90, DOD 08/16/07.’ She sighs. “Jared, why did you have to go to that party? I told you there would be beer. Why couldn’t you listen to me? I miss you so much.” She pauses, and a bird chirps in the trees above. “I love you.” Then she silently walks away.
Back in the car, her mother is waiting. As she crawls in, her mom starts chattering, trying to ease the awkwardness. Her classical music wafts though the minivan. The girl stares blankly ahead.
“—so we could go if you want, but it’s totally up to you.”
“What?” the girl asks, confusion flooding her face.
“Have you been listening to a word I’ve said?”
“Sorry, no.”
“I asked if you wanted to go to the mall. They are having a huge sale day tomorrow.”
“Oh, yeah, that would be fun,” she says, faking a smile.
After that, her mom stops talking.
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‘Hello. This is Rory in the hizzut. I’m not in the crib, so leave a message, fool!’
“Hey, Ror, It’s Jared. I’m sorry. I love you. You were right. Tell Mom I’m sorry!” “Five, four, three, two, one,” and with that, the trigger was pulled. |
Windows of Life top
When going through the doors
of this house, one by one,
prepare for some to close,
like that one right in front of you.
Turn around and examine
the claustrophobia-inducing room
with only a few windows
that are high above your head.
You jump, aiming for one,
but it shatters before you reach it.
You curse, and fall to the ground,
unsure of how to get out.
In the eternity of a minute,
a flight of stairs appears,
it climbs to the opposite window;
to one that is clear, bright, and solid.
Slowly, you trudge up the stairs,
encountering influences along the way.
Things try to pull you away
from that window up ahead.
You manage to avoid all of the distractions,
and you make it out of the tiny room alive.
You realize that those obstacles
just made you much stronger inside. |
My First Daughter top
Standing in the park with my son,
I heard someone say your name.
I glanced around looking around for you.
No one was there.
But a little old lady.
Later that day in my kitchen,
I remembered when I had you.
17 years old.
Daddy never knew.
Cecelia.
Cecelia-Jane was the name I chose for you.
Bright red hair, big green eyes.
You were half my grandmother, half me.
I swear I see you everyday.
Now that you’re older,
17 years.
I wonder where you are, and what you do.
How you are, and if you have a daughter,
Like I did with you.
I never meant to leave you.
I need you in my life.
I’m sorry Cecelia.
34 years old now.
Missed out on your life.
Grew up without you.
I know you deserve better.
And you have a family that you know.
Just remember, you have two.
I hope I get to know you,
I hope you can forgive.
I love you darling daughter. |