Gabe woke slowly; the coppery taste fresh in his mouth. He could feel his swollen lower lip pressing against his teeth along with the concrete pressing against his cheek. He dragged himself to his hands and knees and spit blood onto the pavement below him. He heard the jeering and laughter all around him as he pulled himself to his feet.
The boy, Carl, was still there, still towering over him. Gabe had never been a large child, always staying short and lean no matter what he ate. This boy was another matter however, with a good 6 inches on him, and at age 15, that was offering a great advantage.
The boy smiled, and Gabe knew what was next.
That Saving Grace by Loxleys-Vigilante, literature
Literature
That Saving Grace
The news had said light showers. What a joke that was. Most people would have found the torrential storm frustrating, the rain pounding on the roof and the wind through the shutters maddening. But for her, it was a meditation, almost hypnotic. It allowed her to stare out the window of her small seaside home for hours on end as she had been for most of the day, watching the ocean, seeing the windswept waves crash against each other only to fall back aimlessly into the water. She allowed a small sigh to escape her lips and reach only as far as the icy pane she stared through and fog up a few small, precious inches of glass. It was enough, howev
She did it. I didn't think it was possible for a long time, for many girls. I didn't think this thing they call falling in love would ever happen to me. I thought I was broken.
The "real" world around me bears ever closer, crushing, tightening their grip on my throat, cutting of my air. They push me to the edge, the precipice of education that they seem to value, though few I've met that have one learned anything. They hold "university" in such high regard, like attending one makes you human.
And I fell, the ledge coming to close for another step back until all I had to stand on was air, far too weak to hold my "solid" form. I fell into the
She was there as usual, acting as if this day was just like any other. Today was different. Today everything had changed.
Today, the smile on her face was even more forced than it had been for the last month. Today it only went as far as her teeth, stopping there to make room for the ever expanding abyss of unfeeling. Today she wore a long sleeve sweatshirt under her apron to hide the bandages.
Alyssa smiled at the customers as they came and went, wanting the whole time to slam the register shut and just scream.
But she couldn't. All she could do was nod and smile, hiding behind her wall of detachment, robotic in nature and action. She fe
She was there as usual, acting as if this day was just like any other. Today was different. Today everything had changed.
Today, the smile on her face was even more forced than it had been for the last month. Today it only went as far as her teeth, stopping there to make room for the ever expanding abyss of unfeeling. Today she wore a long sleeve sweatshirt under her apron to hide the bandages.
Alyssa smiled at the customers as they came and went, wanting the whole time to slam the register shut and just scream.
But she couldn't. All she could do was nod and smile, hiding behind her wall of detachment, robotic in nature and action. She fe
She did it. I didn't think it was possible for a long time, for many girls. I didn't think this thing they call falling in love would ever happen to me. I thought I was broken.
The "real" world around me bears ever closer, crushing, tightening their grip on my throat, cutting of my air. They push me to the edge, the precipice of education that they seem to value, though few I've met that have one learned anything. They hold "university" in such high regard, like attending one makes you human.
And I fell, the ledge coming to close for another step back until all I had to stand on was air, far too weak to hold my "solid" form. I fell into the
That Saving Grace by Loxleys-Vigilante, literature
Literature
That Saving Grace
The news had said light showers. What a joke that was. Most people would have found the torrential storm frustrating, the rain pounding on the roof and the wind through the shutters maddening. But for her, it was a meditation, almost hypnotic. It allowed her to stare out the window of her small seaside home for hours on end as she had been for most of the day, watching the ocean, seeing the windswept waves crash against each other only to fall back aimlessly into the water. She allowed a small sigh to escape her lips and reach only as far as the icy pane she stared through and fog up a few small, precious inches of glass. It was enough, howev
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Alyssa by Loxleys-Vigilante, literature
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Alyssa
She was there as usual, acting as if this day was just like any other. Today was different. Today everything had changed.
Today, the smile on her face was even more forced than it had been for the last month. Today it only went as far as her teeth, stopping there to make room for the ever expanding abyss of unfeeling. Today she wore a long sleeve sweatshirt under her apron to hide the bandages.
Alyssa smiled at the customers as they came and went, wanting the whole time to slam the register shut and just scream.
But she couldn't. All she could do was nod and smile, hiding behind her wall of detachment, robotic in nature and action. She fe
Current Residence: San jose Favourite genre of music: Alternative Favourite photographer: Kt, Adams Favourite style of art: Photography Operating System: Windows XP MP3 player of choice: No real favorite Shell of choice: none Wallpaper of choice: Starwars rock Skin of choice: none Favourite cartoon character: Ninja Turtles Personal Quote: Never give in, and never let them see you bleed.
I look back at the only journal I've written.
And I feel dead inside.
This week has been good to me. I should feel nothing but joy. But I am haunted by the knowledge that it all will soon probably disappear, and I will again have nothing but this room. I hate this room. Nothing brings me down more.
And then I look to the only other journal entry, and I remember the only comment I ever got on it. There was just the one, and what it said didn't bother me. Rather, it was who said it.
And then I think about it. That thing I promised myself I wouldn't consider. That thing I promised the only girl in the world I've ever truly loved I wouldn't c