I wrote something!
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nickngregPerhaps this semester's writer's craft class shall prove helpful. I finally wrote something.
Title: Don't have one.
Author: slightly_frayed, a.k.a. Fraying, a.k.a. Laurie
Rating: PG-13, perhaps.
Genre: It's angsty, folks. But there's room for feeling hopeful at the end, I think.
Summary: I wrote this with Nick and/or Greg in my mind, but neither names are actually used.
When he wakes up alone and cold on a Sunday morning, there are red letters screaming reality at him. It's 6:30 a.m., and he's not sure if that's a wondrously phenomenal thing, or if he'd like to bury his head back in his pillow and suffocate. He knows it would never work, though. The human body certainly wasn't designed to destroy itself. Either way, he has to be conscious for at least another fourteen hours, and he should decide what to do with that time.
He finds it rather ironic that even though his life is seemingly over, he can't stand to waste any time. You just never know when everything will be gone, and you'll wish you had done something with it.
Unless of course, you chose to end everything. Chose to leave the one person you've ever loved standing quite literally in the middle of nowhere, wondering what the hell went wrong.
What the hell did go wrong, exactly? Everything was perfect. He hates using that word though, because there's always fault in everything. That's what his father says, anyway. That's exactly what went wrong, too. His fault.
Because homosexuality is a sin, and no matter how right what they were doing felt, it was wrong. A sin. Suicide is a sin too, though. The worst sin, in fact; and that's exactly what this is.
Passive aggressive suicide.
Share your thoughts, please! I may be sharing this tomorrow in class.
Title: Don't have one.
Author: slightly_frayed, a.k.a. Fraying, a.k.a. Laurie
Rating: PG-13, perhaps.
Genre: It's angsty, folks. But there's room for feeling hopeful at the end, I think.
Summary: I wrote this with Nick and/or Greg in my mind, but neither names are actually used.
When he wakes up alone and cold on a Sunday morning, there are red letters screaming reality at him. It's 6:30 a.m., and he's not sure if that's a wondrously phenomenal thing, or if he'd like to bury his head back in his pillow and suffocate. He knows it would never work, though. The human body certainly wasn't designed to destroy itself. Either way, he has to be conscious for at least another fourteen hours, and he should decide what to do with that time.
He finds it rather ironic that even though his life is seemingly over, he can't stand to waste any time. You just never know when everything will be gone, and you'll wish you had done something with it.
Unless of course, you chose to end everything. Chose to leave the one person you've ever loved standing quite literally in the middle of nowhere, wondering what the hell went wrong.
What the hell did go wrong, exactly? Everything was perfect. He hates using that word though, because there's always fault in everything. That's what his father says, anyway. That's exactly what went wrong, too. His fault.
Because homosexuality is a sin, and no matter how right what they were doing felt, it was wrong. A sin. Suicide is a sin too, though. The worst sin, in fact; and that's exactly what this is.
Passive aggressive suicide.
Share your thoughts, please! I may be sharing this tomorrow in class.
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Date: 2006-02-07 02:47 am (UTC)I loved the beginning, about waking up and feeling like that...really well described.
Loved this as well - three words, but so perfect.
I know my comments were short, but I really do like this story, and if you do decide to share in your class, hope it goes well!
xo PT
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Date: 2006-02-07 02:57 am (UTC)Thank you very much.
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Date: 2006-02-07 03:25 am (UTC)Holy shit. This is good. o_o; Ironic that 45 by Shinedown (the acoustic version) is playing for me right now, which kinda reminds me of Nick (I can post the song/lyrics if you want me to.)
Oh, man. This is good. *is now repeating herself* You should share it in class! It's kinda... Lady and the Tiger-ish, if you've ever read that short story. *adores this and puts it in her memories*
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Date: 2006-02-07 04:24 am (UTC)Thank you so much. I shall definitely share this.
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Date: 2006-02-07 04:35 am (UTC)And you're so very welcome! ^^
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Date: 2006-02-07 01:48 pm (UTC)Thank you.
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Date: 2006-02-07 08:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-07 09:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-07 11:21 pm (UTC)And, possibly, can I friend you?
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Date: 2006-02-08 12:36 am (UTC)And hmm... I suppose I can attempt the hope, just for you. ;)