Title: The fire lingers

Author: discover_sarah

Contains : Homosexual material

Summary: Two lovers, falling in and out of love. Love turns to hate and remorse. How do they deal with it?

(  The light from across the street shun through the bedroom window. The empty street that was once filled with kids laughter and vehicles roaming about during the day. Now filled with silence as other people fall deep in their slumber. Amy took a deep breath and sat on the floor next to the bed. She looked around the room and felt the walls were closing in on her. The memories that they shared echoed from every inch of the cold hard surface of the room. She leaned her back on the wall and then a flashback of Isabelle's laughter rang in her mind. “I love you Amy,” Isabelle said as they both lay on the floor at the same exact spot almost a year ago. The words echoed in her ears. Both of her hands were covering her ears. I love you, the three words that had poisoned her mind and driven her to insanity. She wanted to leave the room but an image of Isabelle was standing at the entrance door, another flashback. Isabelle was filing her nails, her semi curl red hair dropped over her shoulder. Her deep green eyes shifted her attention from her nails towards Amy's direction. Amy was mesmerized by her beauty and felt her body frozen in time wishing that the fragment of her imagination was real. Just like a ghost, the image of Isabelle disappeared into thin air just as she was getting nearer to Amy. She fell to her knees and weeped for her lost lover. The air was thick and the windows were closed shut. The lack of fresh air in in the room was choking her and she was grasping to breathe. Amy's heart was beating really fast, sweats began to appear on her face, her lips were dry and she felt that the room was spinning around. Could this be another one of her panic attacks? The content of her stomach was churning inside her. She ran to the bathroom and knelt next to the toilet vomiting out everything. Turning on the tap water at the sink, she washed her face trying to calm herself down. Her hands were trembling. The sound of the water going down the drain was the only thing that broke the silence of the empty house. “ There's nothing wrong with me. I just need time to think and deal with this. Just give me time and I'll be fine,” the voice of Isabelle took Amy back into the past again. Isabelle was sitting in the bathtub staring hard at her hands that were fiddling around with the bubble foam floating on the surface of the water. “I just wish you could tell me what's been going through your mind. You have been acting weird lately. Have I done or said anything wrong?” The sound of Amy's own voice startled her. Standing at the corner of the bathroom was an image of herself looking frustrated while talking to Isabelle. Amy saw herself walking towards where Isabelle was and grabbed her arm. “You don't even make love to me anymore. Why can't you tell me?” she heard herself raising her voice and then started to sob. Isabelle ignored Amy's plea. Her eyes were full of emptiness. Amy ran out of the bathroom. The memories were vivid and felt fresh as if it they only happened yesterday. She couldn't bear to be in the bathroom as she felt like a child trapped in between her parents fighting. She opened the medicine drawer of the side table next to bed and frantically searched for her container of Valium. Hoping to regain a grip of her sanity, she took out two pills and swallowed them. The night grew darker and Amy was consumed by fear, insecurities and betrayal. It had been two hours since the incident and she had not left the house. She picked up the phone and wanted to dial the emergency numbers but she hesitated. What would people think of her? How could she explained why it took so long for her to call someone? She lied on the bed and started to wonder when did this all had happened. Three weeks ago, she discovered that her life was not as beautiful as it seems. The rain drops fell on her skin like shattered glass cutting her up to the bone. She stood outside their house watching her unfaithful lover with another man. The cold treatment, the hesitation and the secrets started to unravel. Unfolding themselves to bear the painful truth. Isabelle was standing outside their door begging for forgiveness. Amy had packed Isabelle's belonging and threw them out the front door. Isabelle tried to explain that it was a mistake and it was Amy that she ever wanted and loved but Amy didn't want to hear any more lies and excuses. She had enough and couldn't bear the heartache anymore. “I'm sorry. I love you,” Isabelle cried on the other side of the door. Amy sat on the other side reminding herself that she needed to be strong. Isabelle's cries soon stopped and then a sound of a moving car. Even then she refused to open the door. Afraid that the reality might hit her sooner than she expected, Isabelle was longer there to hold her near. Amy sobbed as she stared at the ceiling. She turned to look at Isabelle's lifeless body next to hers. The bed was soaked with blood leaving the sheet damp and tainted. She hold Isabelle's cold face in her hand and gently kissed the lips. She didn't want to carry the guilt throughout her life of what had happened. A note left on the bed side signed with Isabelle's name on it. Sorry seemed to be the most simplified explanation for everything. Amy searched through the house for any flammable liquid and poured them all over the house. Making sure that almost every inch of the house was covered by it so everything would be engulfed by the flame. She lit a match and threw it on the floor. Flame started to burn everything in it's path as Amy made her way back into their bedroom. She took a last look around trying to reminisce all of the good memories they shared together. She held Isabelle's lifeless hand and picked up the gun next to her lover's body. The smoke grew thicker and Amy could feel the heat of the flame on her skin. She can hear the crackle of the burning house and it was getting harder for to breathe. At least this way, both of them can spend eternity together. It has always been Isabelle's wish to be cremated. Amy smiled. She took the end of the gun and put in her mouth and whispered I love you too. Her grip on Isabelle's hand grew tighter. One last deep breath, she pulled the trigger and her lifeless body fell next to her lover's. The fire burnt down the house as the lovers lied next to each other. )

Title: Click

Author: quickestpulse

Genre: You tell me?

Rating: PG

Warnings: Contains homosexual themes

Critique: Yes, give it your worst! Chew it up and spit me out :)

Summary: Let's not spoil it ;)

Authors note: Thanks in advance for any comments. Be harsh with your critique and enjoy :)



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Title:       Fast forward if we can't rewind
Author:  xspontaneouslyx
Genre:  Poetry
Rating: N/A
Warnings: N/A
Critique: Any feedback is welcome
Summary:  Hey guys, I posted a short story here several months back titled "Wish you were here" and  this is a poem I recently wrote. 

Fast forward if we can’t rewind

I never wanted snow to fall on my window
I never counted on the ticking hands of time
Can we cut to the part where I hold you
Or back to the moment you stole my eye
I will pull you in close say I missed you
Or hello because I never said goodbye

What if whatever you want darling
Was once here and you left it be
What if whoever you need baby
Is waiting back home, and back home whoa is me

I always hear our song play on the radio
I turn the music up, pretend you sing along
Can I go back to the day I heard you
Hit the notes that got my heart beating strong
I miss your voice, hearing you makes me smile
Soon I will dial because it’s been too damn long

What if whatever you want darling
Was once here and you left it be
What if whoever you need baby
Is waiting back home, and back home whoa is me

Can we flash forward if we can’t rewind
I’m sure you’ll find that we can find a way
If we dream of it we can do with it
Whatever it will take to find our way

So, what if whatever you dreamed of darling
Is right here where you left it be
What if whoever you need now baby
Is waiting back home, trying to make you see

Title: My friend Charlie
Author: Sarah San
Genre:  surreal?
Rating: PG-13, maybe.
Warnings: some drug usage but not really much
Critique: please
Summary: A friendship between two people
Authors note: It needs some editing but I'm working on the idea. I don't know if it makes sense to others.

 

He was an unfortunate skeleton. It was hard to tell if Charlie was ready to die. Maybe bigger things, a master plan, caused him this existence. He likes to sit in his yard and wave to his neighbors. Usually they are frightened.

He was a very stubborn man once who would debate co-workers for hours on what color the walls were. He died believing it was a pure white while the paint was clearly labeled eggshell. In fact his last words to his girlfriend Rose, an ugly twenty something were: “Tell 'em I was in a white room, just like the ones that surround my cubicle.”

After he was pronounced dead. His wishes were appropriately granted.

He asked that his organs be donated to the black market, his skeleton to science. Sadly, his bones would never be seen by the overwhelmed eyes of hundreds of young medical hopefuls and interns. On a lighter note: Charlie's liver saved the mob boss of Little Italy.

Charlie doesn’t remember much about his last day, he just remembers the part where he dies. He can recount the moments before. Sometimes he thinks about them. He was eating a delicious cannoli right before he started hacking. 

Sometimes he thinks about contacting Rose, but he had nothing to say.

Currently, Charlie spend his days working at haunted houses and amusement parks. He's paid more than the other workers who wear silly costumes and make up. He has a nice apartment right outside of town because of it. The place had a blue and orange color scheme everywhere. He decided against white because the paint store only had eggshell in stock. He really hated that color: "Goddamn you people, it's WHITE".

For lunch every day he enjoyed bourbon. He couldn’t actually consume the liquid, but old habits die hard. An attractive woman passed him today and he whistled and hooted. She flicked him off. He was used to this, "all people are bitches" he mumbled to himself. The idea provided him the pride to restore his ego and he smiled at this nasty thought. He didn’t even have desires anyways, after all he was just bones.

He looked on the bright side about his “condition”. There were many benefits along with the shortcomings. He had a solid pelvis that let him still indulge in gyrating to music. He was the best dancer in the town.

As a result, he felt most at home among the goth clubs located downtown. All the young folks envied his physique and complimented his “look”. One strung out girl always paid special attention to his every move and would pull him into the bathroom all the time. Her named was Mariah and she liked cocaine and all things undead. “You’re so sexy, you’re so dead. Tell me again what it’s like to die” She would say when she'd caress his bones and lick his eye sockets.

It’s hard to tell if he cared about her or if he liked the attention because it couldn’t have been the sex. He asked her to be his girlfriend and she told everyone about it. Her father, an oil tycoon in Texas, did approve.

I met Charlie at one of these clubs. We shared drinks and agreed on albums, politics, and the current economic state until last call.

We became quick friends. When I got evicted he let me move into his place.

I stuffed all my belongings into paper bags and headed over running into Mariah on the way.

She flipped her hair and said she’d be over later. She went on to add that she was in a hurry; she was meeting a guy for some real good blow. I arrived to his place to find him slouched into a chair that faced the balcony. It permitted a mediocre view of more brick buildings and two trees. After a couple of minutes passed Charlie stood up and showed me to a spare room. Mariah’s shit was scattered all over the bed but together we threw them into a pile. He told me she was thinking about moving in. I asked him how they were doing and he shrugged.

That  night we watched reruns until Mariah returned, she divided the blow and the two of us snorted while Charlie looked on. I think we had a wild time but I can’t actually remember. I woke up in my bed the next morning feeling like I was punched with cinderblock fists. When I left my room I saw that all of Mariah’s things were gone. Charlie later explained that he dumped her because she was consuming too much of his energy.

I remembered shortly after his split with her he lost his job. The economy was killing the industry of family fun and thrills he told me. We starting spending our days on the steps outside of his place. Charlie would tell me stories about his living days and I would tell him stories about my current state. In those afternoons we spoke for hours. Mariah’s rumors prevented Charlie from visiting the goth club. Sometimes the two of us would dance in his living room. I always looked awkward but Charlie always somehow found nirvana in the beat.

Somewhere along the line Charlie and I decided we were best friends. It was by choice and not by default, even though he was the only actual friend I had. When I finally found another job I didn’t move out. I insisted I stayed. That was the same day Charlie flipped out on me, telling me how I should go out there and live, how he wished he could be alive. "What are you doing? Go and fucking live! You can't spend the rest of your days in the company of a goddamn skeleton!"

As you all know, NaNoWriMo starts at midnight, tonight.

During the crazed writing period, I hope all participants will post your word counts! It'll be great if we're all here, pulling for each other :D

I'll put up the occasional poll, too (providing I can maintain my sanity!

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Title: Beyond the Bridge
Type: Short story
Rating: PG
Genre: Fantasy
Authors note: This is a fairly rough idea I had while telling a story to a friends child. I  have an ending in mind, and of course this beginning but the middle is gestating. Any thoughts would be appreciated.

 

   Some houses are like great Gothic novels, complex and confusing, a refuge to hidden emotions. Their presence seems to weigh heavily upon all who enter. Conversation is always in a whisper. Old houses, after all have ways of hearing. Candlewycke was just such a house. It sat quietly, with a physical air of solitude in the woods,on a small hill overlooking a meandering river at the other end of the bridge. The river had a name and like all rivers belonged to many areas. It had a history of its own but none of that is important. The river, as far as the house was concerned was simply a barrier separating the town from the woods. It may has well have been a medieval mote. The bridge however had no name, at least none anyone could remember. It was simply the bridge and it crossed the river at a narrow point following a line that ran from the heart of town to Candlewycke. Few people bothered to cross that bridge. The only thing on the other side of the river was the old house and the woods. Over the years photographers came from the city to take pictures of the fall foliage and the quaint buildings that made up the little town and of course photographs of the bridge. It could have been a historical treasure. Few covered bridges have survived the passing of time and none were as singularly impressive as this one. Oddly enough, the photographers never seemed to get around to taking any pictures at the bridge and when asked later, could only respond with a curious shrug of the shoulders. They simply didn’t know why.

   When Candlewycke was built many years ago by a family from Norway, or Sweden it varied depending on whom you asked the town was still new and catered to the local logging industry. The family had a name, but most people just called them the family, as if there were some quality that set them apart from other families, which of course there was but you will have to wait to find out why. You will be impressed though, I promise. Their arrival brought a new wave of prosperity . Times were good. But times change.

   The logging industry faded and the town withdrew within itself the way so many small towns do. Soon, they began to  draw in tourists who came to the mountains for the air or the leaves or the antiques. Department stores made way for a lot of antique shops; for a while there 12 stores selling antiques on main street. There were only 15 building in town to begin with  The town survived on the commercial viability of old things, becoming old itself in the process.

   Once a week, the Family would come to town, engaged in private business with the local law firm, which was itself only an extension appendage of the family and of the house over the bridge. They would leave in a crowded station wagon; passing through town, down the road and across the bridge. People stared, asked curious questions and promptly forgot what they were talking about and went on with their business.To say the family was "forgettable" would be an understatement!

   The Bridge! We keep coming back to the bridge and we have yet to learn anything about the house. There is a reason. The two are connected in a way that defies logic. Well, if we are to understand anything about the house and the family we must begin with the bridge. Unlike most covered bridges which are built with panels or lattice sections this one was built of individual trees whose branches had been stripped leaving behind straight towering columns, four of them, two on either side of the river to which was added a long roof, sides and a floor of heavy oak planks every inch of which  were carved with intricate, figures in the style one might associate with old Norse mythology

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