DorianGray's Stories

One Boy One Girl 7 _So long ago_

2007-11-06T18:08:30Z

Johnathan Michaels was so focused on his video game that he didn’t even hear the knock on the door. Of course the incessant yapping that followed thanks to Pixie certainly didn’t go unobserved. After a moment of sheer laziness he finally gathered the will to get up and headed for the door just to see…

Well damn then. He blinked a few times to make sure his mind wasn’t just playing some sick joke and then opened the door.

“Hey,” he said voice friendly but still fairly level. She looked good, apparently leaving home had been more than good for her. Her hair was shorter and there were redish highlights peeking out at him. She was slimmer than before, not that she had ever been fat but it was still a noticeable difference. He swallowed hard and then stepped back, holding the door open.

“Good to see you Allison, I wasn’t sure when you were coming back into town.” He led her into the living room and then offered to grab her a cup of coffee which he headed to the kitchen to make. He was glad she had come.

One Boy One Girl 6 _broken road_

2007-11-04T23:48:22Z

It was good to see that home never changed, even if she felt like she had every time she returned. Allison drove to the local Walmart and wandered through, getting the things her mother had asked for. It was just a ploy for time really as Allison was scared of what she was planning to go do.

An hour and 50 dollars spent at Walmart later, Allison slowed her car outside of the Michaels house. His car was there. After a moment of panic Allison steeled herself and got out, walking across the grass in her designer pumps. She gave a light rap on the door and then another just to hear the distinct yapping of Pixie. The little dog came instantly to the door, it tail starting to wag as it recognized the person standing on the other side. And then there he was.

Allison took her sunglasses off at a near painstaking pace. He looked good, but then again wouldn’t he always to her? She said nothing, just looked down at her hands waiting for him to open the door as the dog continued going crazy. Why was she here? Why?

One Boy One Girl 5 _so sick of love songs_

2007-10-03T01:45:27Z

And so it was that one day after nearly two months without communication that Jon received a letter in the mail. The writing was familiar but there was no return address. He looked at it curiously before ambling back into the house already tearing at the corner.

_I’m in the most amazing place, but I didn’t bother putting the return address because I know you won’t visit. I miss you. Or maybe I missed you for a long time. I never wanted to do it this way you know, I didn’t think this is how it would all play out in the end. I need to move on and so that’s what I’m going to try and do. I though that I could say, I’m not going to write for a while and don’t expect a phone call, without a sense of remorse. But there’s a problem.

I can still feel your lips against mine reminding me why it’s so very wrong to forget. Somethings you just don’t let go of. I won’t write or call but I’ll be back in town on six months. Talk to you then._

Jon blinked, holding the letter limply in his hand. Maybe fate was real. Maybe.

Steer me clear of dangerous winds..

2007-10-03T00:24:46Z

Because of you I know love, because I you I know longing. Because of you I know what it means to live.

The journal closed and Victoria stared straight ahead wondering if maybe she was taking things too seriously. It was only a summer abroad and he would return. France wasn’t that exciting, besides who wanted to date a French girl anyway? At least she had a distraction. The bag next to her on the bus contained a leotard, a pair of short black shorts and jazz shoes all waiting to be used and abused on a hardwood dancefloor in downtown Chicago.

She and Thomas had been sweethearts from an early age. Now 17 she could hardly remember a time that hadn’t included his dashing smile or deep genuine laugh. Spending the next three months apart was going to be painful for them both but Vicky couldn’t help but think she had the rough end of the deal. At least he could to miss her while staring at the Eiffel Tower.

What if he doesn’t miss you? The voice tugged at the back of her mind but she brushed it away.

When I was alive

2007-10-03T00:16:10Z

When I was alive I thought that a sunny morning tasted like coconut. When I was alive I worked hard for my dreams and never compromised. I was an accountant.

I had a wonderful family. My wife was a nurse and both my daughters were involved in communities at their schools.

I was a member of the PTA .

I always wished I could be a musician but I never could carry a tune. That childish fear of the dark followed me through many years and my wife was the one to check for monsters in the closet.

Some will tell you I was bland, that I didn’t take chances, that I worked too many hours and perhaps I wasn’t genuine. They will tell you my life was so scripted, that my love wasn’t deep enough. And…and perhaps they are correct. Perhaps I made mistakes. Perhaps I didn’t love hard enough, didn’t hang on to what I needed to. Maybe I stared at the greener grass but never jumped the fence.

I wonder if it will all change now. If maybe I will seize opportunity. I wonder if it will change now that I am dead.

New York here I come 6

2007-10-03T00:06:40Z

I never thought two major cities could be so different. New York lacks the comfort of old buildings with stories to tell and gentle wearing. The same as I figure to Americans, London lacks the luster of something new and exciting. I make my way to the flat I’ve been provided by the firm. And the first thing I’m told is that it is an apartment.

After committing random small facts to memory, this is an apartment with a bathroom rather than a flat with a loo I decide to go look around. I remind myself that I live here now.

Preston calls that night. With the time different it works out perfectly and I can hear his exhaustion in his voice as my clock chimes nine pm. “Another late one?” I ask and he agrees. It takes all I have not to cry and say how much I miss our mundane little life. And for a moment I’m delirious enough with my loneliness to think that maybe it could work this way, living off phone calls. It’s wrong to use him, and I know this. When he hangs up I cry and then go lay down; tomorrow comes.

Captain my Captain

2007-10-02T23:16:23Z

Could I ever fully explain to you what it means to me to see you smile? I think that perhaps because I cannot, I write instead, pouring all the love, anger, longing and sadness into characters who will never see the full sun or hear the music sound when you say I love you.

And I know you love me just as I love you, just as Romeo loves Juliet. And I know that someday we will no longer be parted by the sea and it will take God himself to pry me from your arms. But until then. Until then we are contained into thoughtful hellos though the narrow static of a phone line that is in disrepair. I don’t think I miss you. No it’s so much more than that.

You guide my thoughts and my emotions, you are the captain of my creativity, giving me the depths that I need to produce these words on this screen. Because of you I know love, because I you I know longing. Because of you I know what it means to live.

One Boy One Girl 4 _Just passing through_

2007-10-02T22:49:01Z

She was always told she had such a beautiful name but Allison always thought it was too girly. So she went by Ali until she was old enough to feel like she had grown into Allison. Ali spent her entire life trying to get one step of ahead. She wanted to cross that line, to do the unbelievable, to chart the unexplored all before the age of 30.

Ali never did see the point in clinging too tightly to things. Material wasn’t permanent and there were so many other things and people that losing contact along the way with much of it was irrelevant as long as the impression stayed. So she let people go left her home left her family and opened herself up to a great adventure the day she finished high school. But one certain blue eyed boy stayed despite her best efforts to shake him and so rather than fight it Ali allowed it to exist. Ali and Jon, Jon and Ali; maybe it was wishful thinking but to her it sounded so perfect. But how can a homebody ever love the adventurer? The kiss of chance came and went and so did Ali

One Boy One Girl 3 _Artistic hands with a serious manner_

2007-10-02T22:43:23Z

He went by Jon but he had always been a Johnathan. His serious nature had been his most prominent feature next to the bright blue eyes. He looked like a Jonathan; strong, confident and never nervous. Jon took everything in stride, working hard for good grades and playing every sport he was always told he was meant to play.

Perhaps the one area in which he was a ‘Jon’ rather than a Johnathan was in decision making. He had never been particularly good at deciding what exactly it was in life that he wanted, and therefore he kept everything at arm’s length. It was hard for people to hurt you when you observed them rather than allowed for interaction. He had done so well until she had come into the picture. She with her long brown hair and that impish little smile. He couldn’t figure her out. She seemed to have it all together and yet was very much a free spirited person.

She was one of his best friends, and as he watched her grow he was proud but there was a sense of jealously at her freedom.

One boy One Girl 2 _you define me_

2007-10-02T19:03:57Z

He had always been so standoffish, but then again it was what she found so interesting. Who was homecoming King and yet shy and quiet around everyone? He taught her how to play chess and she taught him that it’s okay to open up occasionally.

She had always been the adventurous one and yet no matter where she went he was never far from her mind. People came and went but she never lost contact with him though he didn’t make it easy to maintain the long distance friendship.

She thought perhaps she was in love with him, that maybe just maybe he was supposed to be her ‘one.’ He had kissed her one night as he stopped the car to drop her off at home and it was like her world was finally in color. And then there was nothing more. No conversation about the kiss, no more kisses and for quite a while it was like they ceased altogether. But he had come back and she, well she was smart enough to know what couldn’t be said and so mourned privately for a relationship never to be. Perhaps they weren’t meant to be. Perhaps

One Boy, One Girl _somethings are better left alone_

2007-10-02T18:24:34Z

She invited him to visit every phone call; every letter; every time she chanced seeing him on holiday. Never once did she fail to mention how much she missed him and how much he meant to her. Her affection did, if anything seem to grow with the passage of time. High school had passed and before either knew it College was long gone.

She had moved away from home, onwards to bigger and better things and though he stayed at home he couldn’t say his own life wasn’t filled with adventure.

And yet it always came back to her, hadn’t it always? When he finally kissed her, he didn’t call for two weeks after, not sure how to deal with everything he felt in that kiss. She had been surprisingly understanding at his immaturity, taking it all into stride. If she was hurt that he never brought it up again, it didn’t show.

He had watched her leave for Graduate school and yet found it impossible to say the words that rested at the tip of his tongue. And though he promised to keep in touch, he started slowly backing away.

Buiness as usual part 4

2007-09-30T23:39:47Z

“You’ve caused one problem too many today Avis,” she said softly to herself as she picked up the phone and began punching numbers. Avis had power alright, he had the power to take away funds, but power is useless, if you’re dead.

The next morning Bella stopped to grab a cup of coffee from the cafe next to her apartment. She picked up a copy of the news paper to find that some street gang was being blamed for the death of a prominent NY business man. It was believed that Mr. Avis Burs had been attacked the prior evening while on his way home. Bella smiled beneath her designer sunglasses.

Buisness as usual part 3

2007-09-30T23:39:13Z

“Pull the file for Avis Burns for me please Trudy.” Bella sat back as she heard rustling over the speaker. A moment later Trudy spoke up.

“I have the file Miss Stevens.”

“Good, now I want you to turn and tell me if he signed the unabridged contract.” There was a pause followed by the lady’s voice once more.
“Yes miss, he has signed the original contract.”

“That will be all.” Bella hung up the phone, a smile playing on her lips. People are so silly sometimes, they don’t pay attention to what they are doing. Mr. Burns has signed that if anything were to happen to him, that all of his stock holdings and investments in Stevens Enterprises would be turned back over to the company.

Buisness as usual 2

2007-09-30T23:37:14Z

“Miss Stevens, I don’t think you are realizing what I am saying, either you work it out or I sale my stock in the company,” his mustache twitched with the last few words. Power was good, he thought to himself. He tightened his grip on the paper, his request for better stock options would be granted if he continued with the threats.

Bella gave him a slight nod and then stood watching him mimic her actions. “Mr. Burns I will do my best to grant your wishes, I apologize for any inconvenience you might have suffered.” She reached and shook his hand giving him a
dazzling white smile.

“I expect to hear back from you by tomorrow, ” he said gruffly trying to cover the flush that had crept up his neck at the feel of her skin.

She watched him walk about before settling back at her desk, taking a drink of her coffee she hit the pager button on her phone. A small buzz was heard, followed by a bored voice, “Yes Miss Stevens?”

Buisness as usual part 1

2007-09-30T23:34:52Z

Just because I’m young, doesn’t mean I am stupid

The quote wrapped around Bella’s shiny black coffee cup like a snake. Just because you’re stupid doesn’t mean you’re young either she thought silently to herself as she smiled pleasantly at the older gentleman in front of her.

Avis Burns was a regal sort with hair that was the color of steel, and you knew better than to call it grey. He was wearing slacks and a white polo, with a pair of plain black dress shoes. He sat very stiffly in the chair, as if not used to be on the other side of a desk. He clutched a handful of paper in he right hand.

“Now Mr. Burns,” Bella began, her voice like liquid silk on a warm night, “I understand, but I need you to realize that mathematically the figures just don’t work.” She ran her fingers over the paper work that sat passively on her desk.