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Walk Through The Fiery Gate
Suprises are things we lest expect
The Lies.
Another story i wrote about two months after the other one i wrote in english, except i had a different techer this time, she said it was one of the best, my last teacher was an arse...
You would think that she cared, and she did for a while, but not now. Its over, its gone, this is thee end. She told me she loved me, she told me she needed me, she told me she wanted me, she told me she cared! She lied and she lied, this whole thing was a lie! This relationship, this love, the wonderful love, she killed it, she lied, right before my eyes. I just cant believe this, I should have seen it, Jesus, I just cant believe this. What do I do, she meant the world to me! She really did! It was to good to be true, and I suppose it really was. What i hate most is a lie, and now I found out everything I loved, everything I cherished, her, she was a lie, a body filled with nothing but lies. Lies and greed. Does she get pleasure from hurting me? From playing with my heart? Im so lost. My whole life, just shattered like a window. She cheated, I dont believe it. I need to get away, I need this to be over, I need to be gone. Ill take this car, Ill drive untill itll drive no more. Ill head towards the sunset, Ill find somewhere new to call my home, Ill find someone new to call my own. If only it was that easy, if only I could do it, if only none of this was true, if only, if only, if only. Ive gone as far as I can go, Im in the middle of nowhere, the rain beating down on my skin, pelting the canopy of leaves on the treetops high up into the sky. God please give me the strengh to carry on, please give me somethign in this world, something to hold on to. As i pull this pistol from my pocket I pray to the lord. I shouldnt do this, but I have no choice. I just cant handle the pain, the suffering, I cant do it, I cant take it, Im weak. I break down in tears, I fall to my knees, with the barrel at my temple I close my eyes. The world stops, motionless. Bang... Its over...
~The Nameless Wonder~
Watch What You Say.
I felt the rubberband fly past my ear, it just missed. I kept on writing my essay. i was in detention for not finishing it, typical me. I wiped a paperball off the back of my neck, i wasnt the only one in here, the school bully, Bruce Williams aka Billy the Kid, was also in here. He threw a compass and it landed point first into the desk next to me. I turned around and looked at him. he had meduim brown hair with dark hazel eyes. He wasnt a tall boy but his broad shoulder and muscular upper body made up for that. I, on the other hand was tall and not what you would call skinny. I had dark brown hair and black eyes, yes, natural black eyes. He could most likely beat me to a pulp any time he wished.
"Williams, Higgins, is there a problem?"
That was Mr. Greg, he take detentions and teaches human biology.
"No sir," we said in unison.
"Good. Now boys, I have to go do some important work in the office, i�ll be no more then 20 minutes, behave! If anything is out of place when I get back you both will have detention for the next wek or so. Understood? Good."
He slammed the door behind him. I heard a chair scrapping along the ground and started to sweat. Bruce�s footsteps were growing louder with every step he took. Oh no, he�s coming for me, please dont let him hurt me. To my supprise he walked right past me and up to one of the windows which he then opened.
"Sure would be one hell of a drop if you were to say, fall, out there. Maybe brake a few legs even, who knows?"
He walked over to the desk and grabbed my work.
"Give it back," I stood up.
He paced around the room reading it quietly to himself,
"Not to shabby, not to shabby at all, maybe you should right mine."
"What?!?"
"You heard me,"
I ducked as i thought he was going to hit me but all the happened was my work went sailing out the window.
"What the hell did you do that for?!?"
He punched me in the gut and i feel to the floor clutching my stomach.
"Cause i can," he said while stealing my back.
"Give it back!" I made a half-hearted grab at it but he just kicked my face. He started chucking all my books out the window, then my pencil case, the my lunch."
"Stop....please," I said as i stumbled up onto my chair, still to sore to put up any fight at all.
"What do we have here?" he said while unwrapping the oily cloth. "Wow, where�d you get this machine?"
He was running his hands along the smooth surface of my dads old revolver.
"I stole it from my dad this morning."
"Nice. You werent planning to use it on anyone were you?"
I stayed quiet.
"Who were you gunna shoot? Yourself?" he broke out laughing.
I gently nodded my head.
"Bull, you wouldnt have the guts!!" and he put the gun infront of me on the desk. "Pick it up, Now!"
I did what he said.
"Well what are you waiting for, hurry up havent got all day!"
I aimed it at me then changed targets. As i pulled the trigger i said,
"I�ve change my mind."
~The Nameless Wonder~
Sin City.
I did this as an english assessment and the arsehole gave me an acheived just, he hates me, i have proof!
The dim light from the end of the alley casting a long shadow down his face, worn from the years long past, giving him the look of an old man with shattered dreams.
His eyes like cloudy windows to his soul, glazed over, looking beggingly for help. The cracked dry lips on his face, looking like cracked mud at the bottom of a dry lake. His hair shortish and greasy, hanging half over his eyes, long since been washed, starting to bald at the top near the back. The hair on his face grown long for warmth.
His bush shirt too big, the checkered blue and black faded, covered in numerous burn holes and substances surely holding diseases, the collar up stiff around his neck and up to his ears for wind protection. Shoes made from random bits of material. found throughout his ventures though the backstreets and alleys of Sin City, forced into plastic shopping bags and tied on around his ankles to keep them up.
A woollen blanket from god only knows, wrapped around his legs and halfway up his torso.
The half fill, half empty whiskey bottle in a paper bag firmly grasped in his left hand against his chest as to hold up the blanket at the same time. His right hand in a loose weak fist placed over his mouth as he coughs.
Huddled up under a sheet of tin suspended by a shopping trolley and concrete stairs, against the dull orange brick wall, to try and excape the piercing rain and the chill of the wind as it cuts through his clothing.
No one cares what happens to him, hes been there for years, no one has given any notice except when to show they are disgusted, the just judge him, they could be related but they dont want to know, and if they did they would wish they didnt.
Just another man without a home in Sin City.
~The Nameless Wonder~
copyright �2004 the nameless wonder
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