3 of a Kind (full story)

A sick day, spent outside walking to who-knows-where when she should have been indoors. Rosy nose and cheeks, along with constant sniffling and hand rubbing. She was obviously annoyed at the situation, but wasn’t alone to bask in the biting cold.

Different characters kept her sides warm: a happy narcissistic man-child, an introverted teen, and her own miffed self. She looked up to see her so-called friend happily gazing at her with a smile so large it would surely break his face in two. Looking away, she ignored him to give a glance to the youngest of the trio.

The introvert had a complexion just as pink as hers (if not more so). Their eyes had been trained on the ground until they realized from their peripheral view that they were being watched. This caused them to quickly avert their eyes to a very interesting leaf on the snow covered ground, the motion accompanied with their face somehow managing to become even more vibrant than before.

The girl, still aggravated at being dragged out on her sick day off from work, sighed and turned to the ever-smiling of the group to get rid of that grin.

“So what did you deem important enough to drag me out of my warm cozy bed this time?” She exhaled slowly, haphazardly attempting to mimic a dragon’s breath.

He patted her head, earning a quiet curse mumbled at him. “I have something to show you!”

Another dragon breath was given, followed by a quick sniff. “That doesn’t exactly give me much of a clue.”

“It’s a surprise!” The girl groaned loudly in response to her friend, yet continued to follow him deeper into the woods. “I’m sure you’ll like it, Ann.” He nodded and continued to do so until she copied the motion.

“How much further?” Ann asked, crinkling her nose as her legs tired from the long walk.

The youngest suddenly raised a pointed finger and aimed it at a vague direction apparently familiar to James. “Oh! Ah, right over there. Thanks Elliot.” The tallest leaned down and pecked the top of Elliot’s head, quickly bouncing off towards their destination after.

Ann rolled her eyes, placing an arm around Elliot’s shoulders for warmth as the slower two walked together after James.

Just over the hill which he had disappeared, a small clearing came into view. A large oak tree centered in the middle, along with three misplaced boulders maneuvered into place near it as makeshift seats.

Already leaning against the tree when the other two finally walked up, James smiled and did a large sweep with his hands, showcasing the small area. “Ta da!” he sang, beaming at his work. “Do you like it?”

Elliot also gave a curious glance up at Ann, having already seen the scene James had put together. “Did you see the engraving?” The introvert stepped lightly around the area up to the oak, resting a palm under a series of markings surrounded by a heart.

“J-A-E.” Ann spelled aloud. She traced the lines with her fingertips, giving a small laugh.

James quickly hopped over a boulder to stand on the other side of Ann, almost tripping on the way. “James, Ann, and Elliot!” he repeated cheerily. The three were coincidentally standing in the recited line, all staring at the tree.

“When’d you guys find the time to do this?” Ann looked to the bulky looking rocks on the ground, mentally guessing their weights. She bumped one with her boot and concluded they were indeed heavy, and continued to plop down onto one without further inspection.

“Oh, you know,” James shrugged sitting down on another rock. “We know how much you like the woods, so Elliot and I picked out a cool spot to hang out.”

“We revamped it a bit, too.” Elliot added, curled inward on their body for warmth. They had their hands in the long sleeves of their jacket (which looked like it would fit James better than them) to hide their fingers from the cold. “It was fun.” James almost cooed aloud at the endearing smile Elliot gave Ann, but managed to restrain himself.

An equally sickeningly sweet smile was returned by Ann, and this time James made an audible “aw”. She rolled her eyes but continued to grin. “Thanks guys. Why don’t we bring blankets or something next time we come here?” Ann shifted, placing her hands underneath herself. “My butt’s is kinda cold.”

James laughed and stood up, reaching out a hand to each of the other two. He told Ann, “Let’s get you back home so you can sleep off this cold first. We can get lunch on the way.”

Ann gave an “aw yeah” at the mention of food and sniffled, grabbing a tissue from her pocket and shoving it in her nose. “Sounds like a plan.” she said nasily. After earning a tongue pointed at her in feigned disgust from the both James and Elliot, she chuckled.

The three headed back to the car, hands clasped together and swinging back and forth as they happily started planning their next outing.

Repeat After Me

Black screen, no music

(O.S.) VOICE OF CARTER

You know, it’s not so bad, being stuck here like I am.

Cut to full body shot of a man lying on a couch. Pan view past a few many empty PILL BOTTLES scattered on the coffee table next to him. A name is seen on all of the labels: CARTER GARAN. CARTER seems asleep. Slow zoom towards his face.

(O.S) VOICE OF CARTER

At first i thought it would be awful, seeing as I tried to end it myself originally. And no, I don’t see this as a message sent from above to get my shit together.

Stop zoom on the CARTER’s face. Pause. He then violently starts awake with heavy, painful breath, and proceeds to fall off of the couch and off screen. A dull THUMP is heard

(O.S) VOICE OF CARTER

Though it wouldn’t hurt.

Monochrome

Pale skin, melting down with tears of thought— too much thought. The colors created make a canvas no one wanted to think of but everyone wanted to see. An orange peel sunrise from skinned flesh, revealing the palette truly possible when forced to surface. They make a claim for themselves: necessary. It’s a must. There is no living in monochrome forever.

Bisco Hatori’s Ouran High School Host Club

Ouran High School Host Club is an entertaining group of novels that pushes good morals through comedy. In this series of books, the main focus is almost always humor. With the exception of a few serious points to further the plot, Ouran is a collection of silly people doing silly things. A poor girl named Haruhi has gotten a scholarship to the prestigious Ouran Academy. While looking for a quiet place to study, Haruhi stumbles upon music room 3 where the schools infamous Host Club takes place. Immediately she breaks an $80,000 vase and is in debt to the club. The rest of the series takes place while Haruhi is working off her debt by posing as a boy to entertain girls in the club by talking or having tea with them.

Even though there is a love story involved in the books, it manages to not become one of those cliché sappy romance novels. The entire series is lighthearted and an overall joy to read. Haruhi (along with other main characters) also express the ideals of gender equality through their accepting behavior of all genders. Haruhi’s character represents a great set of morals to strive for.

With the many main characters involved with the plot, it would be thought that it would get too confusing to keep track of all their lives. Bisco Hatori manages perfectly well to keep the wonderful back stories and fun facts about the characters well sorted. The characters all keep their individuality throughout the entire series as well, remaining loyal to their respective characteristics. Keeping devoted to consistency, the series stays on track with the wonderful story that it has both started and ended as.

With a cute plot and equally cute characters, Ouran High School Host Club is a great series to add to anyone’s personal repertoire of literature.

A Present Tense Memoir

Writing about myself has never been something I’ve enjoyed. It seems kind of annoying to write about oneself, narcissistic in a way—but then again I am, so there’s no need to not continue along with that. What to start with? I don’t know, maybe a childhood memory? A time alone in my thoughts? A time with friends? Thinking about friends? I’ve got a horrible memory— days mesh together, different names replace others, a few incidents completely forgotten (apparently I have whole conversations in my sleep as well)— but hey, I’m still getting by, aren’t I? So let’s try to think of something I can vaguely piece together and make a story out of it. Let’s see how far back I can remember. How about that time I had to write a memoir?

Stephen King’s Dark Tower Series Book One: The Gunslinger

The Dark Tower series is an awesome collection of books by Stephen King. The first novel, titled The Gunslinger, starts off with the main character Roland meeting a man named Brown. Roland, also known as the Gunslinger, tells him about one of the many times in this book he’s had to endure strange and difficult times to follow “the man in black.” The story revolves around Roland’s desire to stop the man in black and reach The Tower, which could be perceived as the place where all information you could ever want is held.

The entire book is filled with constant subtle humor. Dirty jokes in a seemingly innocent sentence which make them all the more amusing. There are outright funny jokes too, though. The character Brown makes a lot of little quips to Roland, even his talking raven Zoltan manages to contribute to the silly factor, and of course the Gunslinger himself.

The writing is very easy to read and well put together. Even if the book is a little slow at times, it makes sense seeing as it took around 35 years to write all the books. Fight scenes are plenty as the main character must battle his way through the different traps left for him by the man in black. Being the first novel of eight, The Gunslinger puts together a simple basis for the rest of the books to continue on.

Roland is continually pushing on his way towards the Tower, acquiring a few companions on his way like a kid named Jake. Very tough decisions are made on their accounts, and the importance of reaching the Tower really is amplified by their after effects. Overall, I really enjoyed the style, atmosphere, and plot line of The Gunslinger and encourage anyone with an action or slightly western oriented preference to read it.

Within a Story

“A hot summer’s day, with beating sun and warm ambiance.”

“Oh shut up you cliché a–”

“Fine, fine!” Ben laughed out, rolling his eyes. The two had been trying their hand at writing together, still stuck on the opening line. “Why don’t you think of one then?”

“Ugh, I don’t know, gimme a minute.” Jack paused to make some very interesting faces while he supposedly thought of an idea.

“What’re you doing?” Ben put his hands to Jack’s face, squishing his cheeks to make yet another face for his friend. He started to grin and tried to match the contorted expressions.

Beginning to smile as well–which ruined his silly faces–, Jack then quickly switched to an expression of pure revelation between the two palms. “Hey! I think I’ve got it!”

Hands now to himself, Ben gave his friend an expectant look. “Yeah?” A slight nudge was given to Jack to influence him to talk.

Jack righted himself as he spoke. “It’s pretty great, if I do say so myself.”

“Oh my god Jack, tell me already!” Laugh-ridden once again, Ben urged him to continue.

Jack threw out his arms, showcasing the sky that seemed to consume their surroundings. “It all started when the snow had gone, replaced with the beating sun.”

Ben followed the direction of his companion’s arms, immediately regretting the decision and forcing his chin to hit his chest to shy away from the not-so-dim sun. “Oh christ– nice effect, Jack.” He stated sarcastically, rubbing his eyes.

“Thanks, I try my best.” Jack grinned and swung an arm around his friend’s shoulders. “So what d’you think?”

After a quick recovery, Ben thought over the sentence. “Y’know, it’s not so bad, seeing as we’re not coming up with anything else. Let’s keep it for now. We can always change it later.”

With a nod of agreement from Jack, Ben jotted the phrase down in the notebook he’d been sitting on.

Jack stood, offering a hand to Ben. “I think we can do the rest some other time. Let’s go get something to eat.”

Swiftly pulled upright, Ben was then tugged back towards the direction of Jack’s home.

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Footsteps trialing another. The original pair held no grace, desperately tumbling and tripping just to gain ground. Their lead–if there ever was any– was quickly deteriorating. With a glance over the shoulder that reassured their assumption, their grasp on the ground was disrupted by a simple misplaced stone.

The beginning of the chase pushed itself into mind during the fall. At one point they had been innocently exploring the scenery near an old shack in a woods clearing. Now, some unprovoked creature had forced them into a sprint for freedom that high school track could have never prepared them for. Lungs burning and legs aching, a last thought of, “Oh f-“ registered itself in their mind as their battle with gravity came to an end and their right temple met with a very solid boulder.

3 of a Kind (Part 2/2)

“It’s a surprise!” The girl groaned loudly in response to her friend, yet continued to follow him deeper into the woods. “I’m sure you’ll like it, Ann.” He nodded and continued to do so until she copied the motion.

“How much further?” Ann asked, crinkling her nose as her legs tired from the long walk.

The youngest suddenly raised a pointed finger and aimed it at a vague direction apparently familiar to James. “Oh! Ah, right over there. Thanks Elliot.” The tallest leaned down and pecked the top of Elliot’s head, quickly bouncing off towards their destination after.

Ann rolled her eyes, placing an arm around Elliot’s shoulders for warmth as the slower two walked together after James.

Just over the hill which he had disappeared, a small clearing came into view. A large oak tree centered in the middle, along with three misplaced boulders maneuvered into place near it as makeshift seats.

Already leaning against the tree when the other two finally walked up, James smiled and did a large sweep with his hands, showcasing the small area. “Ta da!” he sang, beaming at his work. “Do you like it?”

Elliot also gave a curious glance up at Ann, having already seen the scene James had put together. “Did you see the engraving?” The introvert stepped lightly around the area up to the oak, resting a palm under a series of markings surrounded by a heart.

“J-A-E.” Ann spelled aloud. She traced the lines with her fingertips, giving a small laugh.

James quickly hopped over a boulder to stand on the other side of Ann, almost tripping on the way. “James, Ann, and Elliot!” he repeated cheerily. The three were coincidentally standing in the recited line, all staring at the tree.

“When’d you guys find the time to do this?” Ann looked to the bulky looking rocks on the ground, mentally guessing their weights. She bumped one with her boot and concluded they were indeed heavy, and continued to plop down onto one without further inspection.

“Oh, you know,” James shrugged sitting down on another rock. “We know how much you like the woods, so Elliot and I picked out a cool spot to hang out.”

“We revamped it a bit, too.” Elliot added, curled inward on their body for warmth. They had their hands in the long sleeves of their jacket (which looked like it would fit James better than them) to hide their fingers from the cold. “It was fun.” James almost cooed aloud at the endearing smile Elliot gave Ann, but managed to restrain himself.

An equally sickeningly sweet smile was returned by Ann, and this time James made an audible “aw”. She rolled her eyes but continued to grin. “Thanks guys. Why don’t we bring blankets or something next time we come here?” Ann shifted, placing her hands underneath herself. “My butt’s is kinda cold.”

James laughed and stood up, reaching out a hand to each of the other two. He told Ann, “Let’s get you back home so you can sleep off this cold first. We can get lunch on the way.”

Ann gave an “aw yeah” at the mention of food and sniffled, grabbing a tissue from her pocket and shoving it in her nose. “Sounds like a plan.” she said nasily. After earning a tongue pointed at her in feigned disgust from the both James and Elliot, she chuckled.

The three headed back to the car, hands clasped together and swinging back and forth as they happily started planning their next outing.