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Elegantly_Paranoid's Journal
Disclaimer
Listen. These stories are just things I think of where ever I may be. Most of them will never be finished. What happens is I think of pieces of stories that I don't want to continue and just shorten them. If you like them, wonderful. If you don't...well I really don't give a shit. They're just little stories that I like to daydream about. None of them will contain me or my name. But of course, there will be parts of me in here. So...Enjoy.
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I do not do drugs >.>
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February 07, 2008, 03:15:pm
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Peter sat in front of me, his body intimately close as he took off his heavy leather coat and rested it across my legs. His hair was a dirty blonde and rested just above his shoulders, his eyes were a calm, pretty green and his expression was soft; not something I was used to. "Mary, are you ready?" he asked, brushing his hand against my leg as he dug into the pocket of the coat, pulling out a tiny eyedropper and vile with a clear liquid in it.
I nodded as I looked at him. Peter, despite what we were about to do, was an amazingly calm guy. If you saw him on the street in his Obituary tshirt and black jeans, combat boots making him even taller than he actually was, you would figure him to be the type of person to be thrashing around in mosh pits as a concert. Nothing could be further from the truth. I was the only one Peter really ever talked to since he'd moved here. "Do you trust me?" he asked.
"Yes, I trust you." I figured it'd be better if he heard me say it.
He nodded without expression and grabbed a little package of Smartees that had been resting on the night stand. Opening it, he took the eye dropper and the vile, drawing only a few drops of the clear liquid. His hands were calm and all his movements were smooth. I suppose he really had no reason to be nervous; but I did. Setting the vile down, Peter took a Smartee between his fingers and looked at me. "Are you ready?" he asked again, his gaze intense.
I nodded again and watched as he carefully let one small drop of the liquid land on the candy, barely making it wet. "Open your mouth." he said softly.
I did as he said, opening my mouth like I was at the doctor's, my tongue hanging on my bottom lip. He reached out and held my chin in his palm as his other hand set the candy on the center of my tongue. I tasted the tangy sugary Smartee when he then nudged my mouth closed.
"Don't bite it." he said as he lowered me onto my back so I was lying on his bed, his coat across my lap.
Doing as he said, I let the candy dissolve on my tongue. I expected things to begin happening immediately but it was almost a half hour before I began to feel a soft tingling sensation from my toes and ran up my body like bugs. Then suddenly, the bugs disappeared as well as my body. I could see and I could hear but it felt like I was only a pair of eyeballs and ears.
Above me was Peter's solemn face, his eyes watching for a reaction. I felt less nervous knowing he was right next to me. Everything seemed to slow down and I felt a sensation in by non-existant chest that felt like I was being sucked in my something and my breath was taken away.
I looked back up at Peter but it seemed all the colors of his room had began swirling together like a giant melting rainbow. Panic replaced the feeling in my chest when the colors eveloped his face and I sat up. But though I couldn't see it, I felt pressure on my chest and I realized he was gently pushing me back down. "I'm still here." he called but now his voice was deep and slow.
I looked around at the colors and took a slow breath. When I exhaled I watched with amazment as blue and white butterflies left my lips. I gasped and covered my mouth with both hand. Watching the little creatures fly away, I felt something brush against the inside of my mouth. I pulled my hands away and saw a scraggly butterflu flutter after the others. I could still faintly hear Peter's voice. He was talking softly into my ear.
A laugh escaped my lips as I thought of Jiminy Cricket standing on Pinoccio's shoulder. That must have been what he was doing. He was whispering something like a story in my ear, a little louder than a bug's buzzing. As I became more and more adjusted to this colorful scene, I watched dragons fly past me lazily like the Dodo bird on a Looney Toons cartoon. Ahead of me, something flickered like a giant screen that someone kept changing the channel on. All the while, Peter whispered in my ear, clinging to my hair to keep from falling off my shoulder as he guided me through my trip.
My body felt as if it wasn't even there though I could still see my feet and hands moving. When I spoke, I couldn't feel it but I heard my voice echo around me. I was walking towards the giant screen, the colors disappearing, vanishing under some unknown horizon to reveal a dark desert, sillohettes of cactus and cattle skulls were against what was left of the rainbow sunset. It felt like I was in the middle of a drive-in, watching hundreds of different movies at once, the screen flashing different images at me. I felt the wind on my face and the screen grow ever closer as I began to run as fast as I could towards it. My limbs didn't hit my body, or if they did I didn't feel it. There was no burn of effort in my chest as the giant screen came to loom over me.
Suddenly, the image flashed once more and I saw Peter standing there, reaching his hand out to me. I stopped with a skid of my feet, my body and limbs growing heavy as they regained their weight. There was feeling in my fingers and my toes and Peter's comforting Jiminy Cricket voice had dimmed from its buzz to silence. I looked up at the larger than life screen and reached out, touching it with both my hands. It felt cold and wet as I watched my hands sink into it. My body followed, pushing my way through the screen.
A cold rush of air hit my face and my hands hurt for some reason. Not a horrible pain but one I knew had to be real. My eyes were blurry and felt something cold and wet just barely brush my skin. Looking up, I saw Peter's sillohette his coat on his arm. A weight was set on my shoulders, the scent of leather filling my senses as he lifted me up, my cheek resting on his chest which was warmer than the air around me. My hands and feet and face were all freezing and I lifted my head just slightly, looking back at where I had been as Peter kept walking.
A blanket of snow that looked almost blue in the moonlight lay on the ground, imprints of someone kneeling pressed to the grass underneath. I looked up from the ground to the horizon, pink, orange and yellow clouds floated by sleepily, unprepared for a new day as the sun poked its head out of oblivion.
Mood: you pick
Music: Nightside of Eden- H.I.M
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Ah...Religion
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January 25, 2008, 05:28:pm
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"If you talk to God, it's praying. If God talks back, it's schitzophrenia."
I ran after Sam, having to push through a hundred or so people as they held their hands up and listened to "Amazing Grace." Outside, it had to be about ten degrees, a thick blanket of snow lay on the ground except on the parking lot asphalt where it had been dirtied and made into a brownish gray slush.
Near the building a few yards away, there was a stream...well more of a creek. Sam sat on the edge, which in this case was a drainage pipe. The creek itself was picturesque; worthy of any nature cataloge. The water wasn't frozen and was rushing over jagged rocks. On either side, black skeletal trees stood still in deep blankets of snow. But instead of sitting on a quaint little wooden bridge, Sam sat on a large concrete drainage pipe, her feet dangling over the water with her hands in the pockets of her coat.
She was crying, yet the air was so cold, her tears became tiny glass droplets on her cheeks but she didn't seem to notice. "Sam?" I called, standing on the second pipe.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" she asked, gazing into the water. "God." she said with almost a laugh in her voice.
"Why'd you leave?" I asked, sitting beside her.
"I hate this. Everything they said contradicted what they meant. It's horrible how people get their hopes up for something that may not even be there." she said, still not looking at me.
"I don't like it either.," I said. "Sam, I came here to see what it's like. I know you believe in God."
"Of course I believe in God. It's Christianity I don't believe in. This religion is like all the others. You either scare them into believing or raise their hopes. This whole thing is slowing the process of man kind." she replied, leaning on to my shoulder, still gazing into the water. "I mean, what kind of God calls himself all loving and forgiving then comes up with the Unforgivable Sins?"
Music: End of Everything-Slipknot
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Meh, just a fantasy
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January 25, 2008, 05:08:pm
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It was raining heavily when Sophie stepped outside. She was wearing a form fitting hoodie with the hood up, covering her long dyed hair. She looked up at the sky, feeling cool rain splash on her face.
After walking a few blocks, Sophie had the sudden feeling the she was being followed. Her sneakers stopped on the sidewalk and she listened, a slight smile playing at her lips. There was silence behind her but suddenly, she realized she couldn't feel the rain splattering her head.
Sophie looked up and smiled. Noah stood tall above her, holding a large black umbrella over her head. His hair was a light brown and hung over his eyes which were a pretty blue green. He smiled to reveal his fangs.
"You shouldn't be out on an evening like this. you never know what might be out here." he said in his deep voice.
Sophie grinned. "You mean you?" she said, sticking her tongue out.
Noah smirked. "Would you like company?" he asked.
She nodded and placed her hands in her pockets picking up step with him. Her eyes glanced over him as he walked at her side. He was wearing a suit with a loose tie and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. "You look like Al Pacino in the Devil's Advocate." she commented.
He smiled looking over at her. "How do you know I'm not?"
"What? Al Pacino?"
"You know what I mean."
"Well I don't think you fit the profile."
"Are you telling me you don't think I'm scary?"
Sophie glanced to his eyes. "I've never thought you were scary."
A strange look passed over his face then he smiled. "You're odd." he said finally, turning his head front again.
She smiled and reached up, locking her arm around his. Noah leaned his head down, resting his cheek on top of her head.
Mood: romantic
Music: My Alcoholic Friends-Dresdon Dolls
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You know a girl like this!!!!
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January 25, 2008, 04:54:pm
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Walking up the long driveway to the school, I ran a hand through my hair, music blaring, until my head trembled, in my ears. There was a tap on my shoulder that ripped me unwillingly from the dazey daydream I'd been in.
I turned and found a familiar looking girl standing there, her hair in the popular emo straight razor cut, wearing a large puffy coat and some stupid band tshirt underneath. I pulled a phone out of my ear.
"What are you listening to?" she asked in a voice with an upward inflection.
I blinked dreamily. "Dimmu Borgir." I replied, hearing half of the song fuzzily through the piece out of my ear.
"Why?" it was when she said this that I saw bright green gum being chopped on mercilessly.
I twitched to myself.
"It drowns people out."
"Why would you want to do that?"
The first thing that crossed my mind: People don't talk about anything important. "Oh my god, my boyfriend's such a dick. That bitch shouldn't be talking to him. Look how flat she is. What does he see in her? You know she puts out."
Instead, I shrugged, looking at the rising sun. "I'm not a morning person."
Mood: Content
Music: Dust to Dust-The Misfits
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