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Post by Champ on Jun 15, 2006 0:07:48 GMT -4
short stories inspired by Ben folds
ALICE WAITS
Alice lay on her couch waiting for a call. The TV was on and she stared at it, not paying attention. It was the same, why was it always the same. Alice told herself it was the last time, but of course it wasn't. The clock, wouldn't stop, wouldn't wait. She was getting older. It was midnight, and he still hadn't called. 'he forgot, he forgot!' she thought to herself angrily 'or...maybe he's been seriously hurt...' She thought this in a desperate attempt to justify why he hadn't called. 'but that'd be worse..' she thought. It was all she could do to avoid thinking 'and someone would've called.' She drifted off into sleep, picturing herself when she was old. Lonely images of the insane old ladies we all know. Pigeons in the park, bingo, it was all so dumb. She woke up after seeing one last image, Champ. Possibly the only man she stood a chance with, the one she'd turned down. "You see..." She whisped, as if to him. "This is why i'd rather be alone." Who would be the man that swept her off her feet? Alice didn't put the pieces together...odd considering how smart she was. *** Somehow Champ knew what Alice was thinking about. "It could be me, if your still lonely after so long." He said. He wished she would give up her futile chase, the person she was meant for was sitting here, but she was too blinded by appearances. "Your waiting." He said. "But not for me..." *end Track 1* (each story is a different track)
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justin1
Adjusting to the neighborhood
It is a chance, mecha/ an a human.
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Post by justin1 on Jun 15, 2006 19:43:31 GMT -4
Nice.
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Post by Champ on Jun 16, 2006 18:15:54 GMT -4
alright, this one's harder to write, but i'll give it a shot
ZAK AND SARA Sara sat on her older brother's guitar amp slipping into boredom, and into another odd trance. *** Zak was thinking about Sara again, the most beutiful girl he knew. She didn't know he existed though. He grabbed a Gibson SG off the rack in the guitar shop and started playing her favorite song, Hotel California. When he'd finished the salesman merely frowned and asked "You gonna' buy that one?" *** Sara was in another one of the trances where she lost track of time. She saw events that hadn't happened yet, herself older, the future(huh, sounds like Alice). She heard voices from inside, but she denied what they said, because they would get her smacked. She should've listened... *** Zak called up his dad and told him he'd be playing a show over in the Schlafly's parking lot, and that he'd be late, he didn't see that Sara had just walked into the store he had left. *** Sara walked into the dimly lit guitar shop, and looked around for half an hour. Finally she found a Gibson flying V that she liked, and as she purchased it the salesman started trying to have a friendly conversation. 'alright' Sara thought. 'i'll give you friendly.' "You'll all die in your cars." She started. "And why's it gotta' be dark!?" The man stared. "And your all working in a submarine, @$$hole!!!!" She finished. The man simply stared as she walked out with the guitar slung over her shoulder. She saw lights coming from the Schlafly parking lot, she glanced and saw a tan faced boy with a guitar. She heard the amps thumping bass. She saw visions of pills that put you in a trance, that made it possible for all white boys to dance(that's the topic of the song). She listened to the rest of the song, and she clapped at the end. And she was suddenly interested in the lead guitarist... *** Zak glanced at Sara. 'So i'm not hopeless after all.' he thought. *End Track 2*
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Post by Champ on Jun 16, 2006 22:05:38 GMT -4
ARMY Brad had thought about joining the armed forces when he turned 18 as far back as he could remember, and now, with 5 days to graduation he decided to tell his father. "YOUR "Censored"ING HIGH!!!!" The man shouted. 'yeah, theres a first for everything.' Brad thought, jokingly. "Your going to a good college and that's final." Brad's dad said. So Brad went to Boston college, for 3 semesters. But as he lay in bed one night he thought about the army again. He dropped out, some of his old friends from Tremorton were forming a band, so he joined. He grew a moustache...and a mullet. He got a job at a resteraunt. 3 months passed fairly uneventfully, Brad seemed to have finally found a spot. The band broke up in May, but Brad didn't feel any pain. It was when they reformed without him a month later that it hurt. He microwaved another apple pie, and sat shamed on the back porch. He would never be famous, he would never be succesful. Brad thought these things that were painfully false. *** Brad stared at his face in the mirror. It was election day, and he was on the ballot. Bradley Carbunkle, presidential candidate, and, if all went right, president of the United states. He whispered "God please spare me more rejection." His peers criticized him, his ex-wives despised him, and his past was catching up with him. He gulped, and stepped in the room where everyone was already cheering. *End Track 3*
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Post by Champ on Jun 16, 2006 22:21:42 GMT -4
Don't Change your plans AKA Champ drives Alice crazy, vol.? *this is a possible future story, the events may not actually occur* Champ sometimes had the feeling that he wouldn't be on Earth much longer. He really liked the planet, he hoped he was wrong. He mused these things to Alice, sitting across from each other one day, he was nervous as heck. "All I really wanna' say." He said. "Is, your the reason i wanna' stay." She smiled at him, blushing a little. "I loved you before I re-met you, and we met again just in time 'cause aside from Ruri i didn't have much left." His heart was pumping faster than he could believe. "Alice...will you marry me?" He asked, all of the color draining from his face as he presented her the ring. She blinked a couple times, than smiled. "Absolutely!" She grinned. Champ's heart lifted. *** Champ sat on his suitcase in the empty apartment all day, as Alice and Ruri set everything up. Then, out of nowhere he stood up, suitcase over his shoulder, walked down the stairs and started walking East. *** "Where's Champ?" Alice asked Ruri, looking into the room he had just been in. "He just picked up his bag and left." Ruri said. Alice stared, then anger coursed through her. "We move out here, get this beutiful apartment, and THREE DAYS before our marriage he walks out!!!" She screamed, she ran down the stairs and got in her car. *** All Champ knew was that Colorado didn't fit him, East fit him, Tremorton fit him. He walked past all of the apartments, wondering how mad Alice would be....or if she'd found the note... *** Alice found a note on her windshield.
DEAR Alice, Don't freak, i'm not moving to L.A, you won't have a hard time finding me. But I have to be where my heart tells me to be. -CM
She knew what he meant, and that if he wanted to he could jump there. She prayed he hadn't. She found him a couple blocks away. "What are you doing!?" She shouted. "Going where i have to be." He said. "We PAYED for that apartment." she said through gritted teeth. "You've made me smile again." He said, smiling as he said it. "I think i might be sore from it." She laughed, and wasn't mad anymore. "So you want me and Ruri to put everthing back in the trailer and move back to Tremorton?" She asked. "if your fine with it, otherwise i'll go by myself." He said. She sighed. "I'll go get the trailer." *end track 4*
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Post by Champ on Jun 17, 2006 19:03:25 GMT -4
BRICK
It was 6 AM the day after Christmas. Brad put his clothes on without turning the light on. He stepped out. The air smelled cold, it was freezing. It wasn't any better to sit on the leather seat of his car. He walked up the stairs to Cathy's apartment. He opened the door with the spare key she'd given him. She was balled up under a pile of blankets on the couch, the TV still on. Brad drives her to work. He's found someone, but he felt more alone than ever. They called her name to work at 7:30. Brad paced the parking lot for half an hour, than went to buy her flowers, and sell some of the useless gifts he got for Christmas. Couldn't she see that she wasn't dying for him, but that would make her feel terrible, and this was Cathy, he had to be careful. Weeks passed and it was obvious that she wasn't okay. Several of Brad's friends told him it was time to tell the truth. He did. Cathy broke down, more tears that she'd ever cried before ran like rivers down her face, Brad broke down too, because he was tired of lying. *end track 5* this chapter is build up
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Post by Champ on Jun 17, 2006 19:17:42 GMT -4
STILL FIGHTING IT
Champ glanced over at his daughter. She wore an angry expression, her eyes were puffed up from crying. It had been another hard day at school for the child prodigy. They sat in the drive-thru of a sandwich shop, Champ had already forgotten the name. "You want a coke?" He asked. "Maybe some fries, the roast beef combo's only $9.95." Ruri simply nodded and reached into her pocket for the money. "It's okay, i'll pay." Champ said. Ruri had recently taken to paying for everything herself, since she didn't like having her dad spend his own money when she made her own. But she didn't object. They got the food and stayed in the car in the parking lot. "I know it hurts to grow up." He said to her. She looked up, surprised by the comment. "But everyone does." He said. "We're all still fighting it." Ruri blinked, she knew her father understood her problems, even though he'd never been in her situation. He started to drive home. "Maybe twenty years from now we'll both sit down and have a few beers." He said, laughing at the comment. He despised alcohol and Ruri wouldn't touch it. But some dads found that an encouraging comment for some reason, and Champ loved playing off of Cliches. Ruri smiled, getting the joke. "I'll tell you what, though." He said. "It's always a bright spot in my day to pick you up from school, when your not like this." She looked down, somewhat downhearted. "I know your feeling pain." He said. "Just know that i'm always here for you, sunny days and rain." She glanced out the window, a sad expression on her face, her eyes starting to well with tears. "Just don't give up on this, Ruri." He said. "If you keep trying then one day you'll fly, away from here and..." He gave a grim smile. "Away from me." She glanced at her father, his expression told so many things. His pride in his daughter, his hopes for her,and the sadness that one day she would have to leave him. "You're so much like me." He said. "I'm sorry." They stopped in the driveway. Those last words were ringing in Ruri's ears, and she couldn't hold it back anymore. She cried, clutching Champ. The tears weren't for her, they were for him. *end track 6*
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Post by Champ on Jun 18, 2006 1:58:32 GMT -4
PLZ COMMENT!!!
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Post by Machaeus on Jun 24, 2006 15:37:10 GMT -4
*laughs* We're not commenting because we're speechless.
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Post by Champ on Jun 24, 2006 15:43:04 GMT -4
why?
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Post by Champ on Jun 26, 2006 19:09:08 GMT -4
Last Day at the office (Fred Jones part 2) *** Fred sat alone in his darkened office. Outside waited Bradley Carbunkle, rather awkwardly. He was here to help Fred move his stuff out. Boxes stood piled full of Fred's things. Things that remind him, that life has been good to him. He worked at the paper for 25 years. The door opened. "I'm sorry, Mr. Jones." Brad whispered. "It's time." Fred picked up his stuff and left the room he called home for so long. There was no party, no celebration or farewell. Today was just a day like the day Fred had started. Almost no one remembered Fred's first name. Life went on, you get off,someone else can get on. *** Fred sat at home, streetlight shined through the shades. It cast lines on the floor, and lines on his face. He reflected on the day, and he had an idea. He got out his paints and went to the basement, he pulled out a slide projector. He projected a picture of the office 25 years before. He traced it, and filled in the spaces. He turned off the light and looked at his work. The painting didn't look right yet. All of the jerks had taken his place. He was forgotten, but not yet gone.
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