the video

The screen flickered before them. They stared at it horrified by what they saw. They had just witnessed something fairly strange indeed. It was a video. Actually it was an extremely popular video. But that wasn't the strange part. The woman in it gets attacked. By the end she is covered in blood and is laying on the ground. But even that isn't what is strange to these guys. The camera never moves, never pans in or out. And at the end the guy looks like he comes over to turn it off himself. There weren't any cuts. It was all done in one go. When the woman screamed in terror you just knew it couldn't be acting.

"Hey guys I don't think that was for a horror movie."
"W-what do you mean?"
"I don't think that it's fake. I think that guy really just did that to that woman."
"N-no way!"
"I'm going to call the police."
"R-really?"
"Yes."

I just wish!

I just punched him in the face. I mean seriously what else was I supposed to do? I suppose I could have yelled at him again but I don't think that would have done any good. I mean I had done that a bunch of times and he just kept doing it.
I shook the pain from the punch out of my hand as I walked away without a word. Several people were whispering around me. I had never done anything like that before so it was probably a shock to some people I suppose. But really how could I put up with that anymore? He just kept doing it. I told him to stop!
I'm breathing hard once again because it just makes me so frustrated and annoyed. He never thinks of anyone else. I wish he could just let it go. But apparently he can't. I got over it! Well nearly. ...
I slumped against the wall crying quietly. Soon I slid myself down so I could sit on the floor. I heard him coming before he got there. I didn't move though. Even as he slid down the wall beside me.
"I'm sorry. It's just I don't want to hear stuff like that either. I guess I used you as a shield. I wish I didn't do it now."
He put his arm around me and let me cry on his shoulder. He didn't say anything more but then he didn't have to.

Why!

Why?
Why do we do the things we do?
Why do we think the way we do?
Why do people react the way they do?
Why is everything so complicated?
Why is it that I think of those times I did something stupid?
Why did my line of thought go this way?
I sighed as these questions rolled around my head. I looked at the work I was doing and sighed again. I couldn't concentrate. Almost none of it was finished. The work was tedious and let my mind wander. I hoped it would keep me busy. Instead it made me contemplate society. Why do I contemplate society?!

Was that too harsh?

"Rosuke-kun?"
"Yes?"
"I really really like you. Will you go out with me?"
"I'm sorry no."
"Why not?"
"Because you don't know me."
"That's why I want to go out."
"I thought you wanted to go out because you 'really really' like me?"
"Well that too."
"Then I can't go out with you."
"I don't understand."
"You don't really know me so you can't say that you really like me."
"But-"
"No stop the person you like isn't me. The person you like is kind to you, takes you on dates and talks with you about nice things correct?"
"Well yes."
"The person in those dreams is not me. I study all the time. I'm very precise so I don't get jokes sometimes. Also I'm very blunt and certainly not what you would call a kind person. Put simply the guy you think I am doesn't exist. I can't go out with you. I don't like you."
The girl Rosuke was talking to ran away tears streaming down her face.
"I hope that wasn't to harsh. She wasn't crying right?"
"Oh, I'm sure she's fine."
"Really?"
"No did you see her? I mean really are you just always a heartless bastard."
"Well technically I'm not a bastard... I have a father."
"This is why I'm the only one who hangs out with you."
"What do you mean?"

My real work

Anything. It could be about anything. I relished the idea that something I would actually get credit for could be about anything I wanted. Usually it was dictated. But this time they said it could be about anything! I imagined all the things I dreamed about drawing. I could see the perfect picture forming in my mind. 'What if they don't like it though? What will I do then?' I started to fret and adjusted the painting in my head. It wasn't the same, but I wasn't sure if they would appreciate the other one like I did.
A few weeks later I was finished. I didn't really like this painting as much as the one I had imagined. I got out another blank canvas and started to paint my version of it just for myself. A few days after I finished the first painting I contacted the buyers. They came over to look at it.
"Oh, it's marvelous!"
"The texture is fantastic."
"I love it!"
"Hey wait what's that one behind it?"
"Oh a second version?"
"It looks better than the first."
"Is it for sale?"
"No that's too bad."
"I would definitely pay double for that one."
I was stunned as the visit ended. They liked my work. My real work. I was really happy. Maybe now I could sell some of my real paintings.

I sang to myself as I danced threw my house. I love when I'm home alone. No one can tell you not to do anything. I can eat whatever I want for lunch. I can sing as off key as I want and play my music really loud. My parents and brother are out at the mall right now. Yeah I feel bad for him too. Anyways it's summer so I don't HAVE to do anything else today if I don't want to. I'll probably go on the Internet though see what's going down and check my email. Honestly I don't really like email. You can't really talk with people very well over email. But of course I have to have one. Oh I should check out that band my friend recommended to me. I'm always looming for new music. I love music. Occasionally I sing it too. But sometimes it's embarrassing. Though I have been told I have a good voice. Well I'm going to go do that. Peace.

(This really is a story. It's about a boy...)

My mom's head blew up!

It happened. I never thought it would. But my mom yelled so much that her head blew up.
It didn't actually blow up but for a moment it looked like it did. She was yelling about how I should have gotten better grades and that I never do anything. Then pop! A vein in her head ruptured spraying blood all over me and my little brother who was in the room at the time. She didn't even notice for a minute. Just kept on yellin'. But when she saw how we were looking at her and rubbed her head. She figured it out. At first she was surprised then she asked me to go get some paper towel which I did. She wiped everything down calmly then called the doctor for a check up. When she was finished my brother and I stared at her for a little before getting the hell out of there. She probably wasn't in the best mood after all.

By the way I have no idea if this could actually happen so don't take my word for it.

A small change

I looked on as a girl ran away from someone who was following her. I wondered if she was avoiding arrest or if the guy was not so nice. I watched her run away until she was out of my sight. I felt like I probably should have done something. The only thing I could thin of doing was call the police or go help her myself. By the time I got all the way down to the first floor she would have been gone. Plus it was none of my business. I pondered over this for a while before one of my coworkers asked me to do something.
I didn't think about the women again until I was on my way home. I wondered how I could have helped her even if I did get there in time. My mind came up with several movie worthy stories but I knew in reality there wasn't much I could have done. I got home and sat down on my couch sighing. I should have done something any excuse to change up my routine. Though now that I thought about it just witnessing it messed with my mind. At that moment I wished not for the first time I decided to go into another profession.

My Home

I looked out of my cave into the forest. It looked normal but I could tell that something was wrong. None of the birds were chirping and I couldn't hear any of the small rodents scurrying anywhere. I poked my snought out of my nest and tasted the air it was rancid. I ran out of my cave and towards the creek yelping out a warning. I ran as fast as I could twisting and bounding trough the brush. I got to the creek safely but noticed that none of my species was there other than me. I hoped that some would make it. After days of waiting for the fire to burn out it did. No one came. I slowly traveled back to my cave avoiding hot spots. My home was gone. It was completly burnt. I looked around at the once great forest that I called home and my head slumped forward. I guess I would have to go somewhere else...

She watched the droplets of water run down her body. The water was a pleasant temperature as she stood there looking down at herself. She just stood there for a while before slumping against the wall. She was up pretty late on her computer. Then decided that a shower couldn't wait until morning. She inwardly cursed herself for being so uptight but her upbringing wouldn't let her shower in the morning. She sighed and rubbed shampoo through her short blue hair. She liked it blue it looked good with her eyes and complexion. Rinsing the shampoo out she grabbed the conditioner and put that into her hair as well. If she didn't condition every single time her hair would become coarse and tangle. She idly ran her fingers through her hair for a bit before stepping out of the shower and drying herself off. She put on her pyjamas and got into bed. She stared at the ceiling before sighing once again and turning onto her side. Where she eventually dropped off to a fit full sleep.

Key? F**k that!

We got there fast. We were rushing but it was for a good reason this time unlike most times I decided to speed. I got out of the car and ran to the door Jenna right behind me. When we got there I was a little surprised to find that it was locked. Jenna started banging on the door while yelling,
"Look for a spare key!"
I glance around me for a few seconds before...
"Fuck that!" I pulled out my wallet. Inside it I grabbed my lock picking tools. No time to discuss that now though. I pushed Jenna out of the way and hurriedly I put them into the lock and started on the pins. Soon enough I got all of them down and pushed open the door.
We got there in time.

How do you do it?

"How do you do it?" I asked.
"Do what?" he responded curriously.
I thought for a minute before answering the loaded question. "How do you stay sane?"
He was suprised. "I'm completly normal of course I'm sane."
I sighed, "I meant how do you stay sane if you're completly normal?"
He looked thoughtful for a second. "If I tell you my secret you have to tell me yours."
It was my turn to be curious. "My secret to what?"
"To how you can stand having people not like you for who you are."
"Hm I never really thought about it that way. I guess if they don't like me I try to understand why. After I know mostly it doesn't bother me that much. They don't like me and if they won't change their opinion that's their problem. I just try to avoid those kinds of people."
He nodded. "I guess I can't stand for anyone not to like me. I want everone to think of me well or at least not weird." he chucked a little before the next part, "Also I have a punching bag in my basment."

'Weird.' I thought as I stared out he window. It was the middle of math class and like pretty much every other high school student I was thinking too hard about things that really weren't very important. 'I really care what people my age think about me. I don't want to and my life would be so much easier if I didn't but I do so much. I care about how I appear to other people. I care about my appearance. Shit I wish I didn't but I do. Damn hormones. Damn brains. If I weren't so smart I wouldn't even know that they affected me this much.'
I was stumbled out of my musings by the teacher of all people. She had just called on the girl next to me for an answer. She flushed dark red when she didn't get the answer correct. I felt bad for her. 'She just like me probably just like everyone in the class wants to look intelligent for potential mates. That's a little bit of a barbaric way to put it. But so true. We all really just want to get layed. Maybe if we a had all were allowed to relive sexual tension without being persecuted or anyone getting pregnant we would all be a little less irritable.'
I stopped my musings once again when we got the homework. I mindlessly went through the problems. As the bell rang I looked around at all the brain dead teens around me even then they were undressing each other with their eyes. 'Oh yeah a whole lot better off if we could just blow off steam every once in a while.'

Bam! The sound startled Harmon awake. He groaned this happened every single morning. Just once he'd like to sleep past six thirty on a week day but if he stayed at this apartment it seamed he never would. Harmon tried to get back to sleep but as usual he couldn't get back to that nice warm place he always dreamed of. He groaned once again and got up to start his day.
But somehow today was a little off. Harmon couldn't put his finger on it as he went through his morning routine but everything was just odd. He looked around his house for a visible change and didn't find anything. Then looked at the clock it wasn't six thirty like he thought it was it was four twenty seven. Harmon hadn't even noticed because it was dark at this time of year when he got up. He stared blankly at the clock for a bit before he heard it.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
The loud noise rocked Harmon's body. Then he sprang into action. He grabbed his cordless phone and got down on the ground. The sound of what could only be gunfire pumping adrenalin into his system. Harmon dialed nine one one quickly and was greeted by a nice sounding woman.
"Hello nine one one what is your emergency?"
"I just heard someone fire a gun." Harmon said his brain fumbling for concise words.
"Are you hurt?"
"No. But someone else could be." He said realizing it as he said it.
"Where are you at?"
"I'm at my apartment in moss apartments off of 10th street."
"I'm going to send someone down there but I need you to stay on the line sir."
Harmon tried to stay calm but found it hard when someone could still be there or someone could be hurt. He got up from his place on the floor and walked over to his door. He listened for a minute before twisting the nob and steping out into the hall.
Harmon couldn't see anything out of the ordinary but then the unmistakeable smell of blood hit his nose. He droped the phone and vaguly heard the woman asking if he was alright. Slowly he went towards it. When he got there he saw the woman from an apartmen. Down the hall. She had a glasy eyes and had blood running from under her. Harmon tried to find a pulse but after a few minutes gave up. She was gone.
Then he realized something horrible she had a little boy. He bolted down the hall looking for him. Harmon wished he rembered his name so he could call it out. He got to an apartment with an open door and called out.
"Anyone in here?"
He looked around for a moment before he heard some sniffling and shuffling coming from the front closet. He made his way over and hesitated before opening the door.
The little boy was curled in the cornor. Harmon got down onto his knees and said "Hey there. I'm not going to hurt you. Okay?"
The little boy didn't say anything but looked over at him with tear stained cheeks.
"The police are going to be here really soon alright?"
The boy nodded in understanding.
"Do you want to come on out of there so we can meet them?" Harmon asked keeping his voice calm so as not to scare him.
The boy nodded again and held out his arms. Harmon took hold of him and stood. The boy rested his head against his sholder.
"Hey buddy can you do something for me? When we get into the hall I want you to shut your eyes real tight. Okay?" The boy nodded and Harmon walked out of the room.
"Are your eyes closed?"
Harmon felt him nod and felt safe to walk down the hall to the stairs. He walked down them carrying him and saw in the lobby that the police were finally there. He put the boy down and said,
"You did really really good alright? See the police are here and they'll take you to your family okay?"
The boy nodded. "So I'll see Mommy?"

The Room, the Key, and the Door

She walked down the corridor quietly her hands placed in front of her. When she got to the door she was looking for she got out the key then turned towards the door. It was made of heavy wood and had scratch marks all over it. She had never been in this room before even though she had lived in the educational facility her entire life. Her hand was steady as she pushed the key into the lock. It clicked loudly as she opened the large door.
The inside was the same as the rest of the rooms. It had old off-white paint and a simple single bed. The room wasn't any different than the other rooms really. She smiled softly as she thought of all that went on in this room.
This was the room that was always empty and therefore became a little haven for anyone who could get a key or pick the lock. It was located at the end of the hall so it wasn't too noisy and if you needed to get away from someone for a while this was pretty much the only place you could go and actually be completely alone. And she now possessed one of the keys! Reprimanding herself in her mind she quickly closed the door again and put the key back into her bra where it would stay until she decided to come back.

My Challenge!

My challenge to myself is to write a short story or drable of some sort every day for a whole year. I'll be starting today on the next post. Hopefully by next year this time I'll have 365 stories to show for my work.

Rules for myself:
1. Write one everyday
2. No fan fiction
3. No multichapter stories
4. Must have more than 100 words
5. Everyday I don't write one I have to write 5 in it's place

If you'd like to join me on my quest just leave a comment on this post and I'll make you your own post to go to that url. Wish me luck!

~Lola