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I was bored and Chris told me to write a short story so I did. here are the results.
James looked away from his computer screen, his eyes widely dilated and his eyes weary form staring at the screen, and his left leg asleep from sitting with it under him. He pushed the button to turn off the monitor and stood up, stretching his legs as he does. Turning to leave his room, he turns off the light, thinking as he does of his friends form school and their overly ecologically friendly attitudes that he doesn’t care all that much about.
James turns from his room and walks down his shadowed hallway, the light having gone out the week before, and heads for his kitchen. As he enters the kitchen he notices how dark it really is in his small apartment and turns on the kitchen light. The light flickers for a second, but manages to pull together its strength and flare to life yet again.
With the light on, James realizes that it isn’t really needed; there was so much dust accumulated over the bare bulb that its light, so defiant against the darkness, barely pushes the sheer darkness back and leaves him in a realm of twilight. He looks to the refrigerator and opens it. As the light within the fridge comes blaring forth from within, he squints his eyes and grabs the milk carton from the top shelf.
Without bothering to take get a cup, James twists off the small plastic cap and drinks straight form the carton. He lets a couple swigs go down before he holds it in front of him, looking for the expiration date. Finding the date to be a week off still, James takes another swig and twists the cap back on. Closing the fridge, he absently puts the container on the counter, not caring if it goes bad or not...there was always more milk, and walks towards his deeply shadowed, cramped living room.
Upon rounding the small corner, the light form the kitchen is cut off and James is plunged deeper into darkness. Not noticing this James looks down to find the remote on the small chair he has, but instead notices the light of his answering machine flashing. Immediately, James is excited and eagerly takes the two steps over to the small end table the answering machine was residing on. He leans over slightly and presses the button, anxious that someone has taken the time to call him, his friends never did, and his parents had been for years leaving him alone in the small apartment, fending for himself…not that he cared either way.
As he pressed the button, he hears the tape within rewind and listens with all of his being for the voice to start. Then he hears it start, a beautiful sound to his ears, “This is the Federal Credit Bank, calling to tell James Norman that his account has been canceled due to a lack of sufficient funds. We are sorry if this causes any inconvenience, please feel free to contact us at 238-1239.”
James took a step back, listening as the tape reached the end of his only message, and never realized what the message had said. In his mind he had heard a real, human voice and that was all that mattered. He turned and began walking for the light switch on the wall, which he hadn’t bothered with previously, when, to his shock and utmost joy, the phone rang. With all possible speed, he moved to the phone again and picked it up still standing in the darkness of his living room.
“Hello? Is James there?” Were the quiet words spoken into the receiver.
“Yes, this is he.” James replied, unable to believe that someone was actually calling for him; someone wanted to talk to him.
“Hi James. This is Melinda, form school. I was just calling to see if you could do something for me.” Were the words she said, but in his delirium he heard her say “with me” instead of “for me”.
Immediately he responded, “Of course I will go on a date with you. I’ve always known you liked me and this weekend is a great time for our first date.”
She replied, “Ew, I never asked yuou out, why would you think that. I just want you to tape a show for me because I don’t have a VCR.”
James’ twisted mind heard this as her teasing him, just to hear his pain, so he yelled at her, “That’s mean you bitch! I can’t believe you would call me just to torment me, you asshole! We’re still in high school and your already so bored you would torment someone else just to occupy your time! I can’t believe how messed up you really are.”
Melinda was instantly defensive and said back, spitefully, “You bastard, this is why no one likes you. It’s the reason nobody ever wants to talk to you. You are just an insane, annoying waste of flesh. I’m sorry I called you.” With these words spoken she hung up.
James was fuming mad for only the first few seconds after she hung up, but his anger quickly faded to fear that his only possibility for a friend was gone. In the dim lighting of his living room, he fumbled to redial, but found she was calling form an unlisted source and could not.
James put the phone down, and slowly backed away from the end table. In his mind he was replaying all the vicious things his “friends” had done to him. Everything he could ever remember about them were times where they would pretend to like, just so that he didn’t feel bad…but only until something happened and everyone got mad at him. As he thought back on his last four years of high school, his memories became more and more warped, causing everything seem to be either an attack on him or a time when everyone was deserting him.
In the darkness of his mind, James replayed these altered thoughts, and the more he thought, the deeper into his mind the thought of his solitude sank. He knew then that he would never have any real friends to speak of. As he had given up on his dreams from his childhood years ago, so too he now gave up on his ideas of friendship, and his wild hopes of (dare he think it?) love.
After a short time, James stood up slowly, for he had slumped against the wall in is reverie. In his mind, the demons of his entire life ravaged, destroying all of his life. Slowly, he stood up and, moving like someone moving only because they had to, he went into the kitchen. On his way through the kitchen, for he was heading to his bedroom and the oblivion of sleep, James turned off the kitchen light for the last time, and with the light went the last vestiges of his sanity, cast into the eternal black void that had devoured everything about him.
For anyone that want sit form the site itself heres the link
http://www.writerscafe.org/stories.php?id=25311
Thanks for wasting your time with me.
James looked away from his computer screen, his eyes widely dilated and his eyes weary form staring at the screen, and his left leg asleep from sitting with it under him. He pushed the button to turn off the monitor and stood up, stretching his legs as he does. Turning to leave his room, he turns off the light, thinking as he does of his friends form school and their overly ecologically friendly attitudes that he doesn’t care all that much about.
James turns from his room and walks down his shadowed hallway, the light having gone out the week before, and heads for his kitchen. As he enters the kitchen he notices how dark it really is in his small apartment and turns on the kitchen light. The light flickers for a second, but manages to pull together its strength and flare to life yet again.
With the light on, James realizes that it isn’t really needed; there was so much dust accumulated over the bare bulb that its light, so defiant against the darkness, barely pushes the sheer darkness back and leaves him in a realm of twilight. He looks to the refrigerator and opens it. As the light within the fridge comes blaring forth from within, he squints his eyes and grabs the milk carton from the top shelf.
Without bothering to take get a cup, James twists off the small plastic cap and drinks straight form the carton. He lets a couple swigs go down before he holds it in front of him, looking for the expiration date. Finding the date to be a week off still, James takes another swig and twists the cap back on. Closing the fridge, he absently puts the container on the counter, not caring if it goes bad or not...there was always more milk, and walks towards his deeply shadowed, cramped living room.
Upon rounding the small corner, the light form the kitchen is cut off and James is plunged deeper into darkness. Not noticing this James looks down to find the remote on the small chair he has, but instead notices the light of his answering machine flashing. Immediately, James is excited and eagerly takes the two steps over to the small end table the answering machine was residing on. He leans over slightly and presses the button, anxious that someone has taken the time to call him, his friends never did, and his parents had been for years leaving him alone in the small apartment, fending for himself…not that he cared either way.
As he pressed the button, he hears the tape within rewind and listens with all of his being for the voice to start. Then he hears it start, a beautiful sound to his ears, “This is the Federal Credit Bank, calling to tell James Norman that his account has been canceled due to a lack of sufficient funds. We are sorry if this causes any inconvenience, please feel free to contact us at 238-1239.”
James took a step back, listening as the tape reached the end of his only message, and never realized what the message had said. In his mind he had heard a real, human voice and that was all that mattered. He turned and began walking for the light switch on the wall, which he hadn’t bothered with previously, when, to his shock and utmost joy, the phone rang. With all possible speed, he moved to the phone again and picked it up still standing in the darkness of his living room.
“Hello? Is James there?” Were the quiet words spoken into the receiver.
“Yes, this is he.” James replied, unable to believe that someone was actually calling for him; someone wanted to talk to him.
“Hi James. This is Melinda, form school. I was just calling to see if you could do something for me.” Were the words she said, but in his delirium he heard her say “with me” instead of “for me”.
Immediately he responded, “Of course I will go on a date with you. I’ve always known you liked me and this weekend is a great time for our first date.”
She replied, “Ew, I never asked yuou out, why would you think that. I just want you to tape a show for me because I don’t have a VCR.”
James’ twisted mind heard this as her teasing him, just to hear his pain, so he yelled at her, “That’s mean you bitch! I can’t believe you would call me just to torment me, you asshole! We’re still in high school and your already so bored you would torment someone else just to occupy your time! I can’t believe how messed up you really are.”
Melinda was instantly defensive and said back, spitefully, “You bastard, this is why no one likes you. It’s the reason nobody ever wants to talk to you. You are just an insane, annoying waste of flesh. I’m sorry I called you.” With these words spoken she hung up.
James was fuming mad for only the first few seconds after she hung up, but his anger quickly faded to fear that his only possibility for a friend was gone. In the dim lighting of his living room, he fumbled to redial, but found she was calling form an unlisted source and could not.
James put the phone down, and slowly backed away from the end table. In his mind he was replaying all the vicious things his “friends” had done to him. Everything he could ever remember about them were times where they would pretend to like, just so that he didn’t feel bad…but only until something happened and everyone got mad at him. As he thought back on his last four years of high school, his memories became more and more warped, causing everything seem to be either an attack on him or a time when everyone was deserting him.
In the darkness of his mind, James replayed these altered thoughts, and the more he thought, the deeper into his mind the thought of his solitude sank. He knew then that he would never have any real friends to speak of. As he had given up on his dreams from his childhood years ago, so too he now gave up on his ideas of friendship, and his wild hopes of (dare he think it?) love.
After a short time, James stood up slowly, for he had slumped against the wall in is reverie. In his mind, the demons of his entire life ravaged, destroying all of his life. Slowly, he stood up and, moving like someone moving only because they had to, he went into the kitchen. On his way through the kitchen, for he was heading to his bedroom and the oblivion of sleep, James turned off the kitchen light for the last time, and with the light went the last vestiges of his sanity, cast into the eternal black void that had devoured everything about him.
For anyone that want sit form the site itself heres the link
http://www.writerscafe.org/stories.php?id=25311
Thanks for wasting your time with me.