“Priscilla, do you understand what I’m saying?”
“I don’t care.”
“What do you mean, you don’t care?”
“I don’t. Care.”
Isai looked out the passenger seat window. I knew he was crying; I should have been crying too. He grabbed his backpack and stormed out of the car. He walked aimlessly on the sidewalk, trying to use his phone to find the nearest bus stop.
“Get in the car.”
“Why? You don’t even care about me anymore.”
“You don’t know where you’re going.”
“I’ll figure it out.”
I followed him to the bus stop and watched him wait.
“Why are you still here?”
“I want to make sure you get home safe.”
“Leave me alone!”
“Please. Get into the car.”
“Leave! Just… Leave me….”
I said nothing. He sighed angrily and got in the passenger seat. I drove him home in a silence. I wasn’t angry, I wasn’t sad, I wasn’t even disappointed. These fights had become a bad habit and I wanted to be rid of them.
We reached his house.
“Thanks for the ride.”
“You’re welcome.”
We sat in the car and listened to the radio for a bit. After a while, he picked up his backpack, waved to me and exited the car. I watched him walk into the house and knew that the boy who had consumed my heart for six years, had finally pushed himself off the pedestal. A part of me wanted to follow him inside and sleep next to him one last time, but it always made him sweat when he held me for the night so I drove home and slept alone in my own bed.
(by venus_in_fur)
Write a dialogue between two people who are stranded at sea.
Did they know each other well before they were stranded, or had they never met before?
What do they talk about?
Me:You’re the top one.
Matt: Those are chick lions!
- What Will Your Character Do When Disaster Strikes?
by Carolyn Kaufman, PsyD- Characterization and Conflict: Using Psychological Tests to Improve Your Writing
by Carolyn Kaufman, PsyD- Gathering Information from Characters: Types of Questions
by JJ Cooper- Using Body Language in…
“I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.”
― Pablo Neruda
Cable put his lips near mine and exhaled smoke. “This will help the high along.” He was taking another hit when Sean barged into the dingy, frat bedroom. “What are you doing in here with Chupacable?” “What?” Cable coughed harshly while I ran my tongue over my chemical tasting teeth. Molly overwhelms me with her pleasantry and I want to go back to the bonfire, back to staring at him, back to before he introduced me to her. Cable starts to pass Sean the pipe but on the sound of sirens, he shoves it into his pocket and takes my hand. He leads me out through the backyard and I watch the band and the crowd disassemble in a fury. I try not to trip over red cups that litter the pathway as we walk pass the cops. We make it through without suspicion and he bites my lip on the sidewalk. He asks me if his hands feel good as he forces his grimy-ash covered fingers down my pants. I lie and answer “Yes.” He takes a detour down the alley behind the liquor store and shoves my face against the cold, rough brick. My glasses and right cheek scrape against the wall. His pants unzip. He rubs it against me and I cry because that boy whose tattooed chest-sparrows I’ve delicately kissed, will never share a vulnerable moment with me again. He pulls my pants back up and drags me by the arm to his house where he lays me on the couch and tries to fuck me one more time. When he fails, he blames the lines, the pills, the fact that he’s drunk, and hands me a blanket. Molly overwhelms me with her pleasantry and I fall asleep knowing, he’s all Cain, no Able.
(By: catffeine)
You had one arm wrapped around my waist and you pressed your fingertips into my side with a slight urgency.
“I’m dizzy,” you said.
I told you to lie down and not move while I went downstairs to get you a glass of water. You didn’t listen; when the glass was half-full under the faucet I heard your footsteps coming down to meet me. I looked up and noticed you had put on green hospital scrubs, but you had kept your shirt off. You didn’t look sick.
“Hey, get back upstairs, you should be resting!”
But you didn’t even flinch, you just kept walking straight towards me until your body collided with mine and you enveloped me in your arms and held on so tight.
“Thank you.” I felt your warm breath form the words in my ear and I knew that you really meant them and had always meant them and it was so hard in that moment not to tell you that I loved you. That I would always love you.
I gave you your water and we started to walk back upstairs, but then you hesitated. Too dizzy, so I sat on the middle stair with you and waited. I tried not to sound too worried when I said you should take all the time that you needed before you tried to walk again, but I know I didn’t fool you. When you said you thought you could make it the rest of the way, I followed you up and we made it to your door frame before your balance started to falter. I whispered to you and asked if you were okay, but you said nothing. A hot silence fell over the entire world, and your body stood still along with it. Are you okay?
Nothing. The sound of total quiet echoed in my ears and grew louder and louder and I needed you to just say something.
When you fell, I screamed your name.
I was waiting on the couch of the living room. The phone rang in my hand.
“Are you here?”
“I think I’m lost. Unless your house is up in these hills.”
“No.”
“Ok. I’ll find you. See you soon.”
My heart started beating fast with sick anticipation. My grandmother came down from upstairs.
“Is he here?”
“Not yet.”
“Hmm…”
There was a knock on the door. As soon as I opened it, I felt even more nauseous.
“Hi.”
Adam leaned in to kiss me hello but I moved away from him.
“My grandmother’s here.”
“Oh.”
I lead him over to the couch and tried to watch a movie with him. He kept sneezing and my grandmother coughed each time he put his arm around me.
“Do you have a cat?”
“Yes.”
“Let’s go get something for that.”
We got into his truck, but he didn’t drive us to the store.
“Where are we going?”
“You’ll see.”
We drove up a winding road and pulled over into a meadow. I had never been to this meadow before. It’s beige hills of straw grass rustled softly with the soothing breeze. I sat quietly in Adam’s truck and tried not to focus on the heat of the beating sun.
“So… What should we do while we’re here?”
“I don’t know… You mean like, walk around or something?”
“No…”
I looked out into the field and wondered how it was an outsider could show me something new and beautiful in my hometown. Adam’s kiss broke the peaceful silence and my face heated up in embarrassment.
“I want to go home.”
“Why?”
“Because she’s waiting for us. We’ve been gone for too long.”
Adam sighed, and we drove back to my house. He kissed me one last time before he left, not knowing that he would never visit me in this town again.
We are starting a new Monday blog post. Each Monday, we will write a 300 word story.
Teddy Roosevelt’s diary entry from the day his wife died. He never spoke of her death again.
