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Yam42

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Thanks, Beep! :D
I would also like to tell you that I enjoyed "Hope". I wouldn't have thought of a war-torn society as a good setting for a story that depicts hope, but I like how you brought it together with the piano and the man's musicality.

22-Jun-2012 02:13:18

Cyun

Cyun

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ENVY

It is 1997, in Manchester.
I knock upon the glass door reflecting kaleidoscopic dance lights from within. Blues and reds and yellows and Greens. A steady pulsation of Pulp and his psychedelic nineties melodies of Britpop jarred my quiet soul. The street was placid, unlike the party and its jovial ruckus from the youths inside her house. I lived in a one bedroom flat on the outskirts of town and little contact with old school friends, and the inability to produce new ones left me socially incompetent. Parties were odd things. The long shadowy nights spent in my poxy little hole with a bottle of gin was ruptured by the alien written letter addressed to me upon my doorstep last weekend.
Julie, Julie Reynolds.
The name feels caressing upon my tongue and comforting now, as I whisper it while waiting for her to answer. An unearthed token that could be exchanged for a way out of my stupid individual existence. I clamp my erroneously wrapped present between my clammy fingers. It is a box of Lindor chocolates, unassuming and platitudinous. I had racked my brains about what to get her since the moment my eyes were graced with her Green handwriting. Yet my pedestrian head and minimum wage failed to muster something more personal or expensive for her. The fact of the matter was I had nothing but the vague childish memory of her at college, and had no idea who she was.
A darkened entity cut off the prismatic colours in the obscure corridor, and the door opened wide inwards revealing Julie. Her patient smile still etched on her face from a previously said joke about an Englishman, an Irishman and a Scotsman wavered as she saw me beneath her. This is my chance, my ticket to her.
“Julie, how do you do?” What an utter calamity I felt as I stuttered those formal words and sent out a hand to be shook. It stayed there. She laughed, throwing back her impeccable hair into the autumn wind that blew into her living room.

22-Jun-2012 17:32:40 - Last edited on 22-Jun-2012 18:53:38 by Cyun

Cyun

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“You are as silly as I remember you, Mark.” I forced a guilty grin from my stone cheeks. Stepping aside, she led me passed her in the narrow corridor, with me trying my best not to brush her bosoms.
Few people knew me and I proceeded to go get an exotic drink from the rickety table in the corner and stand there and see the people enjoying themselves. The alcohol was sour to taste, and its hue reminded me of nuclear waste. My plastic cup had thin slices of Green lime placed in delicately. The Green seemed to leer out at me from under the swampy liquid, as if taunting me. All around were groups of people in twos and in threes and in fours, standing chatting or dancing to some Blur song.
I had forgotten to give her my gift! I looked around the ornate rooms of the labyrinthine house full of clouded bodies that paid no attention to me. Where was Julie? I burst into a bedroom, glimpsing at a pale embraced couple upon the floor. I shut it, moving to the next, walking over smokers legs.
“You seen Julie?” I asked to a shocking Green haired girl with a glass of tequila.
“Sod off.” She sneered at me, returning to her troupe.
Then I saw her.
In the kitchen, there, with rippled arms curled around her waist and a handsome face kissing her soft neck. The earth seemed to topple down and smash into smithereens. Seconds were sluggish. My chocolates slipped from my deadened fingers and fell to the cold laminate, opening and throwing bite size chunks of love across the floor. “Birthday” by the Beatles was muffled to my idiotic ears as I gaped at the spectacle that mocked my creeping eyes. She looked up and glanced into them, her own Green irises detached from my ache and woe. She turned back into the other man, who engulfed her and shut the kitchen door.

22-Jun-2012 17:32:57 - Last edited on 22-Jun-2012 18:51:52 by Cyun

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