Do you remember that day? I do...the day we met. Oh, i know it was ever so long ago, but I remember it clear as day. I remember...standing in that park; walking around. I just decided to start running...then WHAM! you ran into me!*laughs* I remember how we both just fell on the ground, and looked at each other...we had no idea what that little moment meant.
Yes, you are right, that was a fun day. We even exchanged numbers! It's as if we knew then. AH yes, the first real date..oh how we laughed and and smiled..we had emotions we didn't even know we could have, eh? *chuckles*. Well, yeah..the date wasn't perfect...you spilled punch on yourself, ha ha, but it just made you seem more cute and irresistible.
Oh, yes, you were "Mr. Straight" then..didn't consider it a "date"..but I did. I was hoping that you did, somewhere inside. Sure, enough...after more "dates"..you actually asked me out. I was all giddy inside, and tried to hide it..but i didn't do so well when i screamed "god yes!" and jumped into your arms, did i? *laughs*. This was just the start, if you remember. I do.
You were right..still are..the dates were a little..odd..at first. Neither of us had much experience with the same gender, but why not try, we both said. I am glad we both adopted the "fuck it" attitude, *chuckles*. You remember those talks we had, don't you? We would share our feelings...cry...yell...laugh...every emotion and more. This helped us get closer i think. I am VERY glad both of us could be as open as we were, or we may never have gotten anywhere!
I *bet* you remember that first kiss, don't you?! You should...YOU instigated it! *laughs*. Remember? We were having our one of our many talks...then, all of the sudden...BOOM! Your lips planted firmly on mine. needless to say i was surprised AND scared. I can tell you that now, I think. How could i resist such a beautiful person such as you? So...i leaned in, and accepted the kiss! Not the only thing i accepted from you, eh? *wink wink*
Speaking of that...*giggles*..do you remember that first yiff? God, it was amazing! To Feel our too bodies connected in such a way...truly a sight to behold..and feel. Was your first time, too, I believe, right? Yeah..i think so.. It was one the the most wonderful times of my life...but even THAT paled in comparison to what you did to me later!!
I remember...we were having one of our talks..again...when you asked me to close my eyes. I did so..I always followed your orders, didn't I? *blushes*. When i opened them...i saw the most beautiful sight eyes could behold..You, on one knee; holding a velvet box. Of course, not being dense, i knew what was in the box, but my excitement blinded me. You opened it, and asked if I would be your husband...My response was OBVIOUS!!
Ah, the wedding day..most beautiful thing one could see! It was an outside wedding...walls can't contain love, as you know. It was on green rolling hills...under a clear, blue sky. That area had been known for rain, hail, sleet, etc..all kinds of bad weather. People said it was some sort of miracle..on this day..everything was 100% perfect. My mate and I...we knew what it was...not even the gods could stop OUR special day.
The day had to end at some point...But the night..oh that night! That night could have lasted a millennium. Too bad neither of us could.."last" that long *chuckles. but then..maybe that was just with each other. Maybe with others, we could do better..but we didn't care to find out, remember? We just cuddled after we did the deed..for hours. We talked about everything. This was one of our best talks to date!
You know what? I think that is enough remembering for today. How about more tomorrow? We can chat about our nights in Jamaica..and that nude beach! Oh, and..I know it isn't much compared to my other gifts..but I brought roses this time..white ones. I want you to keep them, of course. Well, suppose I should just..stop talking and go home..it was nice seeing you again. I'll love you forever always...
He placed the flowers upon that tombstone; along with so many others. With a single tear rolling down his cheek, he left that grave-site.Coming here only to remember the good times..The Memories...
Tuesday, November 18, 2014
Moving On. (Chapter 1)
READ "MEMORIES" FIRST!!!
Hey, dudes. This is going to be a sequel to my story thing "Memories". Since people seem to like it so much, why not expand upon it? Now, this takes place AFTER memories. The main character, Damien is the guy from memories; the one who tells the stories. He is a 6 foot 1 white wolf. He is about 140 pounds, skinny/athletic, etc... Needed to get that out there. Anyway, Let's try this...
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This summer day was just like any other summer day, well, to most people. Damien was not "most people". See, this summer day was significant, as this was the anniversary of the day his beloved mate died. Now, it was a very pretty day outside, so, he decided to take a little stroll. A little stroll in the same park he met Garry(the mate) all those years ago.
Damien sat on the bench. Which, coincidentally, was the exact same bench he sat on back then. It all seemed like a dream, to be back here, where he met his long lost love. Damien would come here every year, to reminisce of the time he and Garry met. Oddly, every single year, on this same day, there was never a single cloud in the beautiful blue sky overhead. The heat was present, but offset by a nice, slow, gentle, cool breeze that would blow in at just the right intervals.
This year was no different. Damien looked down, and with a sigh, he began to feed the birds. He loved feeding them. Hell, he loved all animals, but he should, being part one himself. He saw Humans, Furries, and Animals walk through this park today. This calmed him a bit, knowing the world was filled with so much diversity. However, this was not the only thought on his mind this day.
Damien's thoughts were elsewhere. He was thinking of his love, as he often would. He would visit the grave-site next, as he always would. He dreaded that part of his trips every year, because that was like seeing his love -dead, and buried in the ground- all the time. However, he wanted to respect the memory of his love that way, and so he did.
Damien picked some roses from the park for the grave. This is where he got them. He didn't buy them, or grow them. When Garry and him met, in this park, the flowers they gave each other were from this place. Damien grabbed some, and began his seemingly long trek to the graveyard.
He finally arrived to the grave-site where his love lay buried. He bend down to put the roses on the ground. He thought he saw something moving out of the corner of his eye, but he ignored it. When he finished putting the flowers at the grave, he KNEW he saw something, now. Damien stood up, ready to defend himself. (as he was quite timid after all he went through) However, all he saw...was someone standing in front of another grave; crying.
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Well, this was my first attempt at a story that should have multiple chapters. What do y'all think of Chapter 1?
Hey, dudes. This is going to be a sequel to my story thing "Memories". Since people seem to like it so much, why not expand upon it? Now, this takes place AFTER memories. The main character, Damien is the guy from memories; the one who tells the stories. He is a 6 foot 1 white wolf. He is about 140 pounds, skinny/athletic, etc... Needed to get that out there. Anyway, Let's try this...
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This summer day was just like any other summer day, well, to most people. Damien was not "most people". See, this summer day was significant, as this was the anniversary of the day his beloved mate died. Now, it was a very pretty day outside, so, he decided to take a little stroll. A little stroll in the same park he met Garry(the mate) all those years ago.
Damien sat on the bench. Which, coincidentally, was the exact same bench he sat on back then. It all seemed like a dream, to be back here, where he met his long lost love. Damien would come here every year, to reminisce of the time he and Garry met. Oddly, every single year, on this same day, there was never a single cloud in the beautiful blue sky overhead. The heat was present, but offset by a nice, slow, gentle, cool breeze that would blow in at just the right intervals.
This year was no different. Damien looked down, and with a sigh, he began to feed the birds. He loved feeding them. Hell, he loved all animals, but he should, being part one himself. He saw Humans, Furries, and Animals walk through this park today. This calmed him a bit, knowing the world was filled with so much diversity. However, this was not the only thought on his mind this day.
Damien's thoughts were elsewhere. He was thinking of his love, as he often would. He would visit the grave-site next, as he always would. He dreaded that part of his trips every year, because that was like seeing his love -dead, and buried in the ground- all the time. However, he wanted to respect the memory of his love that way, and so he did.
Damien picked some roses from the park for the grave. This is where he got them. He didn't buy them, or grow them. When Garry and him met, in this park, the flowers they gave each other were from this place. Damien grabbed some, and began his seemingly long trek to the graveyard.
He finally arrived to the grave-site where his love lay buried. He bend down to put the roses on the ground. He thought he saw something moving out of the corner of his eye, but he ignored it. When he finished putting the flowers at the grave, he KNEW he saw something, now. Damien stood up, ready to defend himself. (as he was quite timid after all he went through) However, all he saw...was someone standing in front of another grave; crying.
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Well, this was my first attempt at a story that should have multiple chapters. What do y'all think of Chapter 1?
Moving On. (Chapter 2)
READ "MEMORIES", THEN CHAPTER ONE OF THIS STORY FIRST!
Hey, dudes. Gonna try to continue this. Should add some speech this time. Anyway, last chapter, we found out what Damien has been doing since his mate's death. He then heard crying in the graveyard. What will happen now?
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"Damien heard the sound of someone crying...."
Damien looked up to see a fox standing in front of a grave. This fox was peculiar to Damien, as he was used to your average red fox, arctic fox, etc... This one, was black. He was all black, except the tip of his tail and ears. This fox appeared to be about Damien's build; lean, about average, or a little over average, height. Damien saw this fox crying, and approached him, and said:
"Hi. I, uh...haven't seen you around here before. Been coming here for a few years now. What's got you down?"
Only after his question, how insane it was, considering where there were both standing. The fox looked at Damien; tears streaming down his face. Damien got to see the fox's eyes. They were both bright blue, albeit red after all the crying. The fox said to Damien:
"O-o-oh...m-me? I'm, uh...j-just...v-v-visiting." Damien looked at the fox in a confused manner, so the fox kept talking. "I b-bet you want to know why I'm here, huh?" Damien gave a silent nod. "W-w-well...my, um...m-m-mate...." Damien stopped him right there; placing a finger over the young fox's mouth.
"Say no more, I understand" Damien said, trying to hold back his own tears. He saw a bit of himself in this younger fox. "I'm here for my mate...well,-he was my full-on husband- as well. I could tell you it will get easier as time passes, but the more you come here...and see these graves..the more you realise how much you miss them, and how lost you are without them"
"Oh, y-you too??" The fox said, a little more chipper, his tail wagging a bit as he believed he found someone who actually understood his pain. The fox, as naive as he knew it was, thought he was the only person in the whole, wide world who could feel pain such as this. "...What was his name?" The fox asked in a very shy manner, hoping not to offend the wolf.
"Garry." Damien said as clear as anyone can say a person's name. He sighs heavily, and said through the sigh: "Garry. He was..man, he was the greatest person anyone could ask for in this world" Damien then looked at the fox. "What was yours called?"
The fox, a little shocked that he could, well, "get over" the thoughts of his lover's past so quickly, answered, "T-tom...Tom." "He was great as well. I never thought I could get a person such as him. We just kinda...found each other. It was like fate or something"
Damien chuckles, and said with a grin, "Yeah, that's how it happens sometimes. What else do you want to share of him? I think we have been here long enough. How about a little stroll around the park? You can tell me what he was like."
The fox nodded, and began walking towards the gates with Damien. He looked over to Damien. "um, I don't think i ever got your name. What was it?"
Damien chuckled, "well, that's because I never gave it to you. My name is Damien. What would yours be?"
The fox looked at him, and said; "Chris." before they both began walking through the park, sharing their fondest memories of their fallen loves.
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Well, dudes, there you go. I hope i placed the speech properly, or at least understandably. Most of all, i hope you all enjoy.
Hey, dudes. Gonna try to continue this. Should add some speech this time. Anyway, last chapter, we found out what Damien has been doing since his mate's death. He then heard crying in the graveyard. What will happen now?
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"Damien heard the sound of someone crying...."
Damien looked up to see a fox standing in front of a grave. This fox was peculiar to Damien, as he was used to your average red fox, arctic fox, etc... This one, was black. He was all black, except the tip of his tail and ears. This fox appeared to be about Damien's build; lean, about average, or a little over average, height. Damien saw this fox crying, and approached him, and said:
"Hi. I, uh...haven't seen you around here before. Been coming here for a few years now. What's got you down?"
Only after his question, how insane it was, considering where there were both standing. The fox looked at Damien; tears streaming down his face. Damien got to see the fox's eyes. They were both bright blue, albeit red after all the crying. The fox said to Damien:
"O-o-oh...m-me? I'm, uh...j-just...v-v-visiting." Damien looked at the fox in a confused manner, so the fox kept talking. "I b-bet you want to know why I'm here, huh?" Damien gave a silent nod. "W-w-well...my, um...m-m-mate...." Damien stopped him right there; placing a finger over the young fox's mouth.
"Say no more, I understand" Damien said, trying to hold back his own tears. He saw a bit of himself in this younger fox. "I'm here for my mate...well,-he was my full-on husband- as well. I could tell you it will get easier as time passes, but the more you come here...and see these graves..the more you realise how much you miss them, and how lost you are without them"
"Oh, y-you too??" The fox said, a little more chipper, his tail wagging a bit as he believed he found someone who actually understood his pain. The fox, as naive as he knew it was, thought he was the only person in the whole, wide world who could feel pain such as this. "...What was his name?" The fox asked in a very shy manner, hoping not to offend the wolf.
"Garry." Damien said as clear as anyone can say a person's name. He sighs heavily, and said through the sigh: "Garry. He was..man, he was the greatest person anyone could ask for in this world" Damien then looked at the fox. "What was yours called?"
The fox, a little shocked that he could, well, "get over" the thoughts of his lover's past so quickly, answered, "T-tom...Tom." "He was great as well. I never thought I could get a person such as him. We just kinda...found each other. It was like fate or something"
Damien chuckles, and said with a grin, "Yeah, that's how it happens sometimes. What else do you want to share of him? I think we have been here long enough. How about a little stroll around the park? You can tell me what he was like."
The fox nodded, and began walking towards the gates with Damien. He looked over to Damien. "um, I don't think i ever got your name. What was it?"
Damien chuckled, "well, that's because I never gave it to you. My name is Damien. What would yours be?"
The fox looked at him, and said; "Chris." before they both began walking through the park, sharing their fondest memories of their fallen loves.
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Well, dudes, there you go. I hope i placed the speech properly, or at least understandably. Most of all, i hope you all enjoy.
Moving On. (Chapter 3)
READ "MEMORIES", THEN CHAPTER 1, THEN CHAPTER 2 OF THIS STORY FIRST!!
Hey, dudes. I think it is time to keep going. So, last time, we introduced a new character in Chris, a young fox who has had a similar fate to damien's. They talked, and eventually started walking out of the graveyard, and began reminiscing . What shall happen in this chapter? Let's find out...
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"They both began walking through the park, sharing their fondest memories of their fallen loves."
"Haha, yeah, Garry was exactly like that, too!" Damien said, laughing.
"Yeah, Tom was such a joker at times. Did I tell you he was straight at first?" Chris asked.
"Um...no, you actually didn't. Ya know, that's even stranger, because Garry was too! Man, we find more things in common every minute, don't we?" Damien said, grinning at the weird coincidences him and the fox seemed to share.
Chris looked very surprised. "Oh, really?" He said. "I guess we do have a lot in common, eh? When is your birthday?"
Damien, confused, said "February 26"
Chris said; "Oh my God, mine's august 2nd! We must be clones!" Chris said jokingly. "Aww, man. It's getting dark. i better be heading home. Well, how about you give me a call? I have had a lot of fun talking with you." Chris wrote his number on a piece of paper, which Damien took gently, as to not bend the paper.
"Ah, yeah. I'll give you mine, too. " Damien proceeded to write his own number down, and give it to the fox. With that, both of them left to go to their respective houses; alone.
Damien pulled up to his driveway, opened the car door, and walked to his front door. He tried to unlock the door, but he was still so nervous and twitchy, it's as if he forgot how to properly use keys. However, with enough persistence, he finally got the key in the lock, turned it, and opened the door. He slammed the door shut, and quickly ran to his room, almost collapsing on his bed.
Damien quickly pulled out the paper from his pocket, and stared at it. He gave a chuckle at the pink pen Chris used. "Ah, he's always so flamboyant." Damien said, as if talking about a long time lover, or best friend. He kinda gave himself a weird look, before going to pick up the phone. His fingers hovered over the first button. They were shaking in nervousness before he slammed the phone back on the hook.
Damien's eyes started to water. He told himself he would never let someone else effect him like this, but here he was, nervous as a giddy schoolboy over this fox he had just met. In a graveyard, no less! The craziness of it all drove Damien crazy! He couldn't believe how he was acting. Worst of all, was that he actually seemed to be....Happy about it.
On the other side of the city, Chris almost mirrored Damien's actions. However, when the fox finally got in his house, he fell on his knees on the floor; unable to support his own body weight. He began pounding the floor in anger and confusion. He thought, "How can this wolf I *just* met, be doing this kind of thing to me?!" Chris thought himself a fool, to be swayed so quickly, and so easily after his mate's death.
"Tom, I...miss you. I don't want to betray you for this wolf. That wouldn't be fair." Chris said to imaginary spectres. Chris reaches in his pocket, and pulled out the paper with the wolf's number on it. A few tears hit the paper, slightly distorting the ink, before Chris began ripping up the paper. He found the strength to get up, and walk to the kitchen. He then threw the shards of Damien's number into the trashcan.
"I'm sorry, Damien. I'm just..not ready. I still love Tom" Chris said, as if apologising Damien, who obviously could not hear him. The fox went into his own room, and feel onto his bed, and cried himself to sleep.
Damien sat on his bed, in confusion. Debating whether or not to call the cute fox. "Ha, *cute* fox?!" Damien said to himself, as if offended by his own thought. Damien had had more time to try to get over his love, so he was less distraught than Chris was....but his head, and his heart remained in conflict. The fox was ever present in Damien's mind now, as he was unable to stop thinking about him.
He couldn't help but think how fit Chris looked in that tight, black shirt he wore. Those pants...phew, those were a knockout! You would never think he would be at a grave site. More like at a club. They were also tight, and leather. You could see the fox's sheath bulging through them. "Oh, god! Now I'm thinking about his sheath!" Damien exclaimed, covering his face in his paws in embarrassment.
"that's it, I *have* to call him!" Damien said confidently. He picked up the phone, and went to dial the numbers. However....He froze again, and slammed the phone down. "I...can't do this. Not yet, at least. I'll give it a little more time, I suppose" Damien said.
Damien laid the paper next to the phone, and just laid in bed and stared up at the ceiling. He ran his fingers through his hair, and wonder; "What am I gonna do? If i call him, that might be too risky. What if he turns me down? On the other hand...what if he says yes? Am i truly ready for another relationship?" Damien started to tear up. "I...wish you were still here, Garry. I miss you so much!" Damien said as he burst into tears, his mind so conflicted with his heart.
Damien stayed there; crying his eyes out. He didn't know what to do. He knew he'd figure it out, but right now...all he could think of was his past love, now. This day was so hectic for him and his heart. "Blink 182 said it best. I suppose tomorrow might bring better days." Damien said as he silently fell asleep, mentally and physically exhausted.
We see the fox on the other side of the city again, now awake. The white sink now sported drops of crimson; ie, the Fox's own blood. The blood drained in the sink slowly, swirling until finally gone. The fox stands there, razor blade in hand. He slowly drags it across one of his wrists, causing his skin to split open, and more blood to be spilled into the once white, pristine sink.
The fox gave a sigh of relief at this. Cutting: His own personal release. He knew how idiotic it was to do such a thing, but it worked. Oh lord, did it work. He didn't make many on his lower arms. Usually in different places that can't be seen on an average day. Chris could not believe he stooped so low, but he was there. He hated what he was doing, but it helped. As far as he was concerned ,it was the right thing to do.
Now, don't misunderstand His motives. Chris is not suicidal. Most people who cut actually aren't. However, also like most people, Chris could not deal with his pain anymore. This seemingly good meeting with Damien brought up feelings Chris wanted to forget.
Chris went to lay in his bed, once again. His wrists bandaged up, he relaxed finally. Chris started to drift off to sleep very slowly. When his eyes finally shut, his last thought was, ironically..."Damien..."
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And there you have it, dudes. I will call this clean ,as it only had a small mention of a sheath, but someone correct me if i am wrong. Also, this chapter is longer. i should have at least one longer one, in my opinion. anyway...hope yall enjoy.
Hey, dudes. I think it is time to keep going. So, last time, we introduced a new character in Chris, a young fox who has had a similar fate to damien's. They talked, and eventually started walking out of the graveyard, and began reminiscing . What shall happen in this chapter? Let's find out...
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"They both began walking through the park, sharing their fondest memories of their fallen loves."
"Haha, yeah, Garry was exactly like that, too!" Damien said, laughing.
"Yeah, Tom was such a joker at times. Did I tell you he was straight at first?" Chris asked.
"Um...no, you actually didn't. Ya know, that's even stranger, because Garry was too! Man, we find more things in common every minute, don't we?" Damien said, grinning at the weird coincidences him and the fox seemed to share.
Chris looked very surprised. "Oh, really?" He said. "I guess we do have a lot in common, eh? When is your birthday?"
Damien, confused, said "February 26"
Chris said; "Oh my God, mine's august 2nd! We must be clones!" Chris said jokingly. "Aww, man. It's getting dark. i better be heading home. Well, how about you give me a call? I have had a lot of fun talking with you." Chris wrote his number on a piece of paper, which Damien took gently, as to not bend the paper.
"Ah, yeah. I'll give you mine, too. " Damien proceeded to write his own number down, and give it to the fox. With that, both of them left to go to their respective houses; alone.
Damien pulled up to his driveway, opened the car door, and walked to his front door. He tried to unlock the door, but he was still so nervous and twitchy, it's as if he forgot how to properly use keys. However, with enough persistence, he finally got the key in the lock, turned it, and opened the door. He slammed the door shut, and quickly ran to his room, almost collapsing on his bed.
Damien quickly pulled out the paper from his pocket, and stared at it. He gave a chuckle at the pink pen Chris used. "Ah, he's always so flamboyant." Damien said, as if talking about a long time lover, or best friend. He kinda gave himself a weird look, before going to pick up the phone. His fingers hovered over the first button. They were shaking in nervousness before he slammed the phone back on the hook.
Damien's eyes started to water. He told himself he would never let someone else effect him like this, but here he was, nervous as a giddy schoolboy over this fox he had just met. In a graveyard, no less! The craziness of it all drove Damien crazy! He couldn't believe how he was acting. Worst of all, was that he actually seemed to be....Happy about it.
On the other side of the city, Chris almost mirrored Damien's actions. However, when the fox finally got in his house, he fell on his knees on the floor; unable to support his own body weight. He began pounding the floor in anger and confusion. He thought, "How can this wolf I *just* met, be doing this kind of thing to me?!" Chris thought himself a fool, to be swayed so quickly, and so easily after his mate's death.
"Tom, I...miss you. I don't want to betray you for this wolf. That wouldn't be fair." Chris said to imaginary spectres. Chris reaches in his pocket, and pulled out the paper with the wolf's number on it. A few tears hit the paper, slightly distorting the ink, before Chris began ripping up the paper. He found the strength to get up, and walk to the kitchen. He then threw the shards of Damien's number into the trashcan.
"I'm sorry, Damien. I'm just..not ready. I still love Tom" Chris said, as if apologising Damien, who obviously could not hear him. The fox went into his own room, and feel onto his bed, and cried himself to sleep.
Damien sat on his bed, in confusion. Debating whether or not to call the cute fox. "Ha, *cute* fox?!" Damien said to himself, as if offended by his own thought. Damien had had more time to try to get over his love, so he was less distraught than Chris was....but his head, and his heart remained in conflict. The fox was ever present in Damien's mind now, as he was unable to stop thinking about him.
He couldn't help but think how fit Chris looked in that tight, black shirt he wore. Those pants...phew, those were a knockout! You would never think he would be at a grave site. More like at a club. They were also tight, and leather. You could see the fox's sheath bulging through them. "Oh, god! Now I'm thinking about his sheath!" Damien exclaimed, covering his face in his paws in embarrassment.
"that's it, I *have* to call him!" Damien said confidently. He picked up the phone, and went to dial the numbers. However....He froze again, and slammed the phone down. "I...can't do this. Not yet, at least. I'll give it a little more time, I suppose" Damien said.
Damien laid the paper next to the phone, and just laid in bed and stared up at the ceiling. He ran his fingers through his hair, and wonder; "What am I gonna do? If i call him, that might be too risky. What if he turns me down? On the other hand...what if he says yes? Am i truly ready for another relationship?" Damien started to tear up. "I...wish you were still here, Garry. I miss you so much!" Damien said as he burst into tears, his mind so conflicted with his heart.
Damien stayed there; crying his eyes out. He didn't know what to do. He knew he'd figure it out, but right now...all he could think of was his past love, now. This day was so hectic for him and his heart. "Blink 182 said it best. I suppose tomorrow might bring better days." Damien said as he silently fell asleep, mentally and physically exhausted.
We see the fox on the other side of the city again, now awake. The white sink now sported drops of crimson; ie, the Fox's own blood. The blood drained in the sink slowly, swirling until finally gone. The fox stands there, razor blade in hand. He slowly drags it across one of his wrists, causing his skin to split open, and more blood to be spilled into the once white, pristine sink.
The fox gave a sigh of relief at this. Cutting: His own personal release. He knew how idiotic it was to do such a thing, but it worked. Oh lord, did it work. He didn't make many on his lower arms. Usually in different places that can't be seen on an average day. Chris could not believe he stooped so low, but he was there. He hated what he was doing, but it helped. As far as he was concerned ,it was the right thing to do.
Now, don't misunderstand His motives. Chris is not suicidal. Most people who cut actually aren't. However, also like most people, Chris could not deal with his pain anymore. This seemingly good meeting with Damien brought up feelings Chris wanted to forget.
Chris went to lay in his bed, once again. His wrists bandaged up, he relaxed finally. Chris started to drift off to sleep very slowly. When his eyes finally shut, his last thought was, ironically..."Damien..."
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And there you have it, dudes. I will call this clean ,as it only had a small mention of a sheath, but someone correct me if i am wrong. Also, this chapter is longer. i should have at least one longer one, in my opinion. anyway...hope yall enjoy.
Thursday, July 22, 2010
The Darkness
You walk down a long, dark corridor. You look around at your, now, unfamiliar surroundings. You ask yourself;
"Why am I here? How did I get here?"
only to be treated by the bitter sting of the cold silence. You try to find your way, only to collide into the walls. You stand there wondering how you will escape this seemingly hopeless world; this...horrible, horrible place with which you find yourself trapped in.
Then....you see a light. A light at the end of the tunnel, if you will. Well, you run towards it, hoping to find some peace and solace. When you being to approach the darkness, the light suddenly turns off; leaving you trapped in this inky blackness yet again. You continue looking around for some faint hope that maybe some more light shall return.
Suddenly, it does. More light. You begin to run. You hear your feet pound the ground as you mercilessly run across it; needing to get to the light this time. You arrive this time without fail. You try to pass through the light, only to be met with an invisible barrier. You cannot pass.
You finally realise...this dark place is your own mind. The barrier...simply Doubt.. You can never achieve a happy life; this..."light" so long as this barrier remains strong. However, as an inquiry as to how to remove the barrier; how to find some key, you ask yourself:
"How do you find something in complete and utter darkness?"
"Why am I here? How did I get here?"
only to be treated by the bitter sting of the cold silence. You try to find your way, only to collide into the walls. You stand there wondering how you will escape this seemingly hopeless world; this...horrible, horrible place with which you find yourself trapped in.
Then....you see a light. A light at the end of the tunnel, if you will. Well, you run towards it, hoping to find some peace and solace. When you being to approach the darkness, the light suddenly turns off; leaving you trapped in this inky blackness yet again. You continue looking around for some faint hope that maybe some more light shall return.
Suddenly, it does. More light. You begin to run. You hear your feet pound the ground as you mercilessly run across it; needing to get to the light this time. You arrive this time without fail. You try to pass through the light, only to be met with an invisible barrier. You cannot pass.
You finally realise...this dark place is your own mind. The barrier...simply Doubt.. You can never achieve a happy life; this..."light" so long as this barrier remains strong. However, as an inquiry as to how to remove the barrier; how to find some key, you ask yourself:
"How do you find something in complete and utter darkness?"
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Friday, May 14, 2010
Moving On. (Chapter 4)
!!!READ "MEMORIES" FIRST, THEN CHAPTER 1,2, AND 3 OF THIS STORY BEFORE READING THIS!!!
Hey, dudes. well, it's been a while, but here i am. last time, we saw some..well, pretty angsty stuff go down. lots of drama, confusion, and lots of words. lol. it was my longest chapter to date! well, lets see what happens, now...
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"Chris went to lay in his bed, once again. His wrists bandaged up, he relaxed finally. Chris started to drift off to sleep very slowly. When his eyes finally shut, his last thought was, ironically..."Damien...""
Damien paced back and forth in his house, now. The clock reading half past 12. He started thinking to himself:
"Wow, what an epic day yesterday was, wasn't it?"
Damien was completely unaware of how "epic" that day truly was; especially for the young fox, Chris. Damien was merely stuck on the dream he had after said "epic" day.
It was Damien, standing in a field. It was big, and very very green. There was a single hill, and on top of that hill...sat his mate; Garry. Damien walked up the hill slowly; still in disbelief at the fact that he is seeing his mate again, even if it *is* just a dream.
Damien sat next to Garry and looked at him. Garry was a quite slender wolf; much like Damien himself, only thinner. His fur was the polar opposite of Damien's, ie, all black. not a single bit of colour anywhere on his body. Garry looked over at Damien, and said:
"Damien..my dear sweet Damien...What the hell are you doing?!"
Why, Damien was in pure shock. He had no idea what his mate was doing talking in such a manner.
"God, you're so stupid, sometimes." Garry said, very angrily.
"U-um..W-what are you talking about, H-honey?" Damien asked in a confused manner
"Ya know, I see what has been going on. I know all about that Chris fella." Garry said in a very "matter-of-fact" way.
Damien looked at his mate, and immediately became very timid.
"Oh...him. Listen, I still love you, I don't think anyone could be better than you, dear!"
Garry just slapped Damien upside the back of his head. "God, man. Stop this bollocks, dude. I'm dead, dude. "D-E-D" dead, honey. I'm not coming back."
Damien looked at him, "B-but.."
"NO! No buts!" Garry said. "Listen, dear. I know how much you love me. We were married for god's sake. Here's the thing: I..AM...DEAD!! i mean, what did you think i was gonna do, come back as a zombie and eat your brains?"
Damien merely laughed. He knew Garry would be just like this. He was always so blunt and to the point. He loved him for that reason. Well, that was one of the many reasons, of course.
"I get it, dear. You want me to get over you, right? You want me to...try this Chris guy out? Give him a call?"
"God, yes! Now you get it, geez!" Garry said, very annoyed. "You always took SO long to let something sink into that thick skull of yours."
Damien laughed yet again.
"yeah, I suppose I do, sometimes. Well...thanks for your blessing, baby. I really needed it."
"No problem whatsoever. Now, you go get him. I tell you, if he gets with you...he'll be the luckiest fox in the world." Garry said with a tear streaming down his cheek.
The former couple hugged tightly, and kissed one last time before Damien awoke in shock, leading us to the present situation. Damien finally calmed down and just sat in his chair; still thinking about the dream he has last night. He was also wondering what Chris could possibly be doing...
Chris lay in his, still in a daze. He too had a very strange dream last night. Though, Chris's dream was entirely different from that of Damien's.
Chris was just kind of sitting in his house. Nothing crazy, when all of the sudden..*His* mate came through the door! Oh how happy Chris was to see him! it had been so long, and finally, the reunion of a lifetime was about to occur. Chris ran to Tom, about to embrace him...When Tom just shoved his hand in Chris's face; stopping him in his tracks.
"What *are* you doing?" Tom asked.
"Well, i was going to..you know..hug you. I mean, it's felt like it's been so long. I've..missed you, dear."
"Oh, so now I'm "Dear"? I could have thought I was just an imaginary character with the way you were off gallivanting with that "Damien" guy. He doesn't even look so special. You're so stupid at time. You always were.
"B-but, baby.."
"NO! You don't get to talk. God, did I mean nothing to you? Was I so meaningless that you could just..go off and find someone else?" Tom said; seeming angrier than he ever had been.
"W-w-well...You meant a lot t-to me. You meant the world. I was even gonna ask you to marry me and everything!"
"And why didn't you? I bet you just didn't love me enough. Your feeling were always so..well, wonky." Tom stated.
"N-no! I loved you more than the world! No one could have loved someone more than I loved you! I was just..s-scared." Chris said quite timidly.
"Well, you should have been scared. If i had seen you now..Why, i would have said "no" right away! Besides...As if this Damien would love you. God's sake, you're a cutter! You can't even control your own emotions!"
"N-no..that's n-not true. I don't think Damien is like that. He seems nice..a-and caring, a-a-and.."
"God, shuuut up! You go on..and on..and on! Why would you think someone could love you? You're a broken man, now. What purpose is there for a broken machine, other than to chuck it out to the trash? You *may* have been good once, but that time is long gone. You are just as i said; "Trash.." Tom said. The word echoed until Chris woke up in a panic.
Chris was just in his bed; crying yet again. How could his mate say such a thing, he thought? But...if he did say it..it might just be true. His mate knew him better than anyone!
"Maybe...I really *am* worthless..." Chris thought to himself. Chris just lay in bed, still dazed, having no clue what to say or think. The only thing he could do...Was just rest.
"Awww, man! I gotta call!" Damien said excitedly. This was a new day, and thus, new opportunities arose. Damien had made up his mind. He was gonna call this fox, and see if he could get himself a date! Oh, he was excited at the prospect. Damien finally picked up the phone, and firmly pressed each digit in; making sure they were all the right ones.
The phone rang, and Damien heard a very haggard "h-hello?" on the other end.
"Hi! I'm so glad you were there, This is Damien, and I.." *click*. The phone was suddenly hung up from the other end.
"Huh...I wonder if I sounded too much like a telemarketer or something? Oh, well. I'll try again later. I have to go out, for now." Damien said.
On the other end of town, Chris still laid in his bed; but now he was panting. He just had Damien on the phone, and just hung right up. He just...Wasn't ready. He didn't feel confident in the least.
"I j-just..c-can't. I have to g-go out now, anyway." Chris whispered to himself, before getting himself out of bed. He still had the same clothes on from yesterday, and couldn't be assed changing them. Then, he just walked out of the door, locked it, and started walking...
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Well, dudes..here you go. Hope it's actually..you know..good. lol.
Hey, dudes. well, it's been a while, but here i am. last time, we saw some..well, pretty angsty stuff go down. lots of drama, confusion, and lots of words. lol. it was my longest chapter to date! well, lets see what happens, now...
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"Chris went to lay in his bed, once again. His wrists bandaged up, he relaxed finally. Chris started to drift off to sleep very slowly. When his eyes finally shut, his last thought was, ironically..."Damien...""
Damien paced back and forth in his house, now. The clock reading half past 12. He started thinking to himself:
"Wow, what an epic day yesterday was, wasn't it?"
Damien was completely unaware of how "epic" that day truly was; especially for the young fox, Chris. Damien was merely stuck on the dream he had after said "epic" day.
It was Damien, standing in a field. It was big, and very very green. There was a single hill, and on top of that hill...sat his mate; Garry. Damien walked up the hill slowly; still in disbelief at the fact that he is seeing his mate again, even if it *is* just a dream.
Damien sat next to Garry and looked at him. Garry was a quite slender wolf; much like Damien himself, only thinner. His fur was the polar opposite of Damien's, ie, all black. not a single bit of colour anywhere on his body. Garry looked over at Damien, and said:
"Damien..my dear sweet Damien...What the hell are you doing?!"
Why, Damien was in pure shock. He had no idea what his mate was doing talking in such a manner.
"God, you're so stupid, sometimes." Garry said, very angrily.
"U-um..W-what are you talking about, H-honey?" Damien asked in a confused manner
"Ya know, I see what has been going on. I know all about that Chris fella." Garry said in a very "matter-of-fact" way.
Damien looked at his mate, and immediately became very timid.
"Oh...him. Listen, I still love you, I don't think anyone could be better than you, dear!"
Garry just slapped Damien upside the back of his head. "God, man. Stop this bollocks, dude. I'm dead, dude. "D-E-D" dead, honey. I'm not coming back."
Damien looked at him, "B-but.."
"NO! No buts!" Garry said. "Listen, dear. I know how much you love me. We were married for god's sake. Here's the thing: I..AM...DEAD!! i mean, what did you think i was gonna do, come back as a zombie and eat your brains?"
Damien merely laughed. He knew Garry would be just like this. He was always so blunt and to the point. He loved him for that reason. Well, that was one of the many reasons, of course.
"I get it, dear. You want me to get over you, right? You want me to...try this Chris guy out? Give him a call?"
"God, yes! Now you get it, geez!" Garry said, very annoyed. "You always took SO long to let something sink into that thick skull of yours."
Damien laughed yet again.
"yeah, I suppose I do, sometimes. Well...thanks for your blessing, baby. I really needed it."
"No problem whatsoever. Now, you go get him. I tell you, if he gets with you...he'll be the luckiest fox in the world." Garry said with a tear streaming down his cheek.
The former couple hugged tightly, and kissed one last time before Damien awoke in shock, leading us to the present situation. Damien finally calmed down and just sat in his chair; still thinking about the dream he has last night. He was also wondering what Chris could possibly be doing...
Chris lay in his, still in a daze. He too had a very strange dream last night. Though, Chris's dream was entirely different from that of Damien's.
Chris was just kind of sitting in his house. Nothing crazy, when all of the sudden..*His* mate came through the door! Oh how happy Chris was to see him! it had been so long, and finally, the reunion of a lifetime was about to occur. Chris ran to Tom, about to embrace him...When Tom just shoved his hand in Chris's face; stopping him in his tracks.
"What *are* you doing?" Tom asked.
"Well, i was going to..you know..hug you. I mean, it's felt like it's been so long. I've..missed you, dear."
"Oh, so now I'm "Dear"? I could have thought I was just an imaginary character with the way you were off gallivanting with that "Damien" guy. He doesn't even look so special. You're so stupid at time. You always were.
"B-but, baby.."
"NO! You don't get to talk. God, did I mean nothing to you? Was I so meaningless that you could just..go off and find someone else?" Tom said; seeming angrier than he ever had been.
"W-w-well...You meant a lot t-to me. You meant the world. I was even gonna ask you to marry me and everything!"
"And why didn't you? I bet you just didn't love me enough. Your feeling were always so..well, wonky." Tom stated.
"N-no! I loved you more than the world! No one could have loved someone more than I loved you! I was just..s-scared." Chris said quite timidly.
"Well, you should have been scared. If i had seen you now..Why, i would have said "no" right away! Besides...As if this Damien would love you. God's sake, you're a cutter! You can't even control your own emotions!"
"N-no..that's n-not true. I don't think Damien is like that. He seems nice..a-and caring, a-a-and.."
"God, shuuut up! You go on..and on..and on! Why would you think someone could love you? You're a broken man, now. What purpose is there for a broken machine, other than to chuck it out to the trash? You *may* have been good once, but that time is long gone. You are just as i said; "Trash.." Tom said. The word echoed until Chris woke up in a panic.
Chris was just in his bed; crying yet again. How could his mate say such a thing, he thought? But...if he did say it..it might just be true. His mate knew him better than anyone!
"Maybe...I really *am* worthless..." Chris thought to himself. Chris just lay in bed, still dazed, having no clue what to say or think. The only thing he could do...Was just rest.
"Awww, man! I gotta call!" Damien said excitedly. This was a new day, and thus, new opportunities arose. Damien had made up his mind. He was gonna call this fox, and see if he could get himself a date! Oh, he was excited at the prospect. Damien finally picked up the phone, and firmly pressed each digit in; making sure they were all the right ones.
The phone rang, and Damien heard a very haggard "h-hello?" on the other end.
"Hi! I'm so glad you were there, This is Damien, and I.." *click*. The phone was suddenly hung up from the other end.
"Huh...I wonder if I sounded too much like a telemarketer or something? Oh, well. I'll try again later. I have to go out, for now." Damien said.
On the other end of town, Chris still laid in his bed; but now he was panting. He just had Damien on the phone, and just hung right up. He just...Wasn't ready. He didn't feel confident in the least.
"I j-just..c-can't. I have to g-go out now, anyway." Chris whispered to himself, before getting himself out of bed. He still had the same clothes on from yesterday, and couldn't be assed changing them. Then, he just walked out of the door, locked it, and started walking...
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Well, dudes..here you go. Hope it's actually..you know..good. lol.
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