These Are Mine

[Horrace_A_White]

(I'm just going to put my writings in one thread when I feel like it.)

Dead Ringer

Our scene opens to a party, the narrative camera pans, onto one individual. This mousey little man is clearly not enjoying his time at this party. Maybe he feels out of place? He probably feels out of place, he’s pretending to have a good time though. His biggest complaint is the volume, it’s at least 500 f***ing decibels in there, and is steadily rising.
Alright take your lap buddy, ignore that girl, we know you’re in love with her, but just keep your hands to yourself and conform into your little ball shape of awkward, or whatever. She’ll never like you no matter how bubbly her personality is, and don’t forget it.
I think you’re out now, you’re home free, just get in the car and drive anywhere.

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The party continues without that guy. Everyone’s having fun, and it’s all funny, and it’s all fun too, don’t forget. That girl that that guy liked, she’s feeling good, she invites someone to join her upstairs. The invited looks just like the one that was excluded, and he takes the invitation. They’re both feeling good.
They do what people like to do, but not what you’re thinking just the things before that. They’re making out in the host’s parent’s bed, and all that kind of s**t. The invited however, has a strong hatred, for everything, and everyone. His mental health is in quite some state, a psychotic sort of state.
Now’s the time of a party, where the police break it up, and they round everyone into one room, and give them that sort of police lecture, everyone except for those two hiding upstairs. They don’t know that they’re hiding though, and now there’s only one of them left. The invited had started punching her as soon as the first knock hit the door. Smashing her skull, at about 15 punches in, he’s using both hands now.
I think she’s out now, she’s home free, thank god she stopped the screaming.

[cafolini]

Useful stuff. More?

[Horrace_A_White]

Hateride

To hear the term “hateride” described as, “...When he gets mad he just goes and drives.” Honestly, they were lucky to have been shown the route of my hateride. In actuality a hateride is just a place that you pilot your car, typically the same route every time, where you can have an anxiety attack while driving and listening to music that you love, and screaming along to it. My hateride takes me into the town over, and back, then past the highschool, up the access road, past the community college and down the road parallel to the golf course.
The term was coined, after I got sent home from my meaningless job early, for being to angry at everything, and everyone. I drove, and I cried, and I screamed, all along that route. I screamed so loud, and for so long, my whole body felt light-headed, as I bombed down a dark and winding road at 55 miles per hour. I begged for the trees to walk out at my car, to stop my forward motion, to cut my car in half. But trees aren’t very good listeners, and they never have been.
I’d like to think that these rides provide some sort of catharsis for me, but instead they leave me with a stuffy nose, and a face covered in dried tears. The hateride tonight was no different, although I ended it by driving to a parking lot, instead of to my house. I smoked a cheyanne out of the pack that my sister gave me, that her friend no longer wanted. I thought it would help calm me down, but it just left a gross taste in my mouth.
I parked out front of the frozen yogurt shop that I had gone to earlier in the day with a few friends, I was the only one who got anything. The cashier was really nice, and she was pretty as well. I fell in love with her a little bit, and even tried her favorite of the frozen yogurts, zeusberry. She had brown hair, pulled back, and a smile on. I wanted to talk to her more when she rang me up but I couldn’t, I never can talk to anyone really. In my heart I parked because I hope she would just be getting out of work, and we would talk as I smoked, but we didn’t and she wasn’t out of work.

She was just sleeping the floors.

[Horrace_A_White]

Cats

Jason owned four cats. The cats were two sets of twins, Miranda and Belle, and Lucy and Ethel. Jason had named Miranda, after the actress that played the little sister in the show Drake and Josh, although now that just sounds silly. Miranda is slim, and Belle is big. Lucy is slim, and Ethel is big. Two sets of twins, for four cats total.
Cats can express themselves in various ways, and some cats are more vocal than others, but a good cat owner can always tell what it is the cat is saying (when it is indeed being vocal.) Sometimes a cat will say: “Please, I am very hungry feed me.” While other times a cat will say: “Outside is warm and inviting, please will you let me out?.” Unfortunately they even say: “WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME OUTSIDE IN THE RAIN I DID NOT DESERVE THAT.”
Jason wasn’t a very good cat owner though, he always misinterpreted what his cats were saying. His misinterpretations to the previous three statements would be, respectively:
“Jason, you’re life isn’t as worthless as you think.”
“Jason, please come back home, don’t crash your car on purpose.”
“Jason stop crying, I really do love you.”
When his cats would say: “Hello Jason, welcome home.” He would interpret that as: “Thank you for existing Jason, we truly need you, and don’t want to lose you.” He would pick the cat that greeted him up, and snuggle it into him. He would make nonsensical noises at them, in an oddball voice, while playing with their ears. He would press his lips together in a kissing manner, and make a noise at the cat, which the cat would then, instinctively, press it’s nose to his lips.
After the greeting he would go upstairs into his room, searching frantically for any rope. He would not find any, and instead opt for a tie, and then journey onto the laptop. “How to tie a noose” would be entered into his google searchbar, which would bring him to a youtube video. He would follow the video tutorial, and attach himself to the pull-up bar that his father attached inside of his closet by the noose.
Once his legs stopped kicking his cats swarmed under him, all four, walking in circles around each other. “Please, I am very hungry feed me.” “Would you please pet me, I deserve it.” “I think I know where the red dot game comes from.” “Outside is warm and inviting, please will you let me out?”

[AuntShecky]

It's a good idea to keep your stuff all in one thread. That's what yours fooly does,not that I should be an example of anything to anyone!

Next time please skip a space between paragraphs. always start a new paragraph with each change of speaker.

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Auntie