heartbeats echocho's Stories

Beauty and the beast

2008-05-20T13:46:34Z

Baver looked slightly frightened. ‘It’s in here.’ he said as he disappeared into the messy bedroom.
‘Here’s your filthy box.’ He grunted as he returned with a heavy metal box. As his visitor reached towards it, Baver pulled a gun out from behind him, ‘I can’t let you do this.’ he repeated.
‘You gonna shoot me? And go back to prison?.’ The visitor chuckled, ‘When will you learn Baver? It’s,’
He took a step towards him. ‘My’ Another step. ‘Time’
He was in Bavers face now. ‘To win.’
He turned to look at the box. ‘You’re not who I thought you were.’ The visitor turned pop! pop! Baver dropped to the linolium with two holes in his chest.
Returning the silenced pistol under his trench coat the visitor slowly opened his Pandora’s Box.
‘So beautiful. What a shame you won’t be seeing me win this round, B. Wish me luck.’ he whispered as he closed the box & left.
Baver struggled towards the wall. There was blood everywhere. He was fading..the ticking of the wallclock was the last sound he heard…6am

The visitor

2008-05-19T18:23:38Z

The sound of banging on the door of the fourthfloor apartment awoke the sole occupent aburbtly.
‘WHAT!?’ came the gruff reply to the knocking as the door flew open.
‘Don’t yell at me. Do you have the package?’ a cool voice returned.
The older man grumbled an answer as his visitor welcomed himself in. The visitor, acting like he owned the place, made his way to the kitchen; clearing off a chair he sat and put his feet on the cluttered table.
‘What? like I asked befo-get your feet off my table! I just cleaned up in here.’
The visitor let out a humorless laugh, looking around he said ‘You’re kidding right?’ his brief smile faded as his eyes turned cool, like his voice ‘You refused my last payment. Why?’
The man wiped the sleep from his eyes, ‘I-I…’ starting again he said, ‘I needed the money. But then I saw that package…you’re too young. You’ll end up like me, kid.’
‘No, old friend. You are weak. I’m nothing like you. They need to pay…’
‘I can’t let you do this’
‘Where’s the BOX , Baver!!’

Confessions of a writers-block victim

2008-04-12T15:09:07Z

....i stare at the empty page beneath my pen
and i begin again….Why me?
Then I smile as the words begin to come, however unoriginal they fit my feelings to a tee.

I think we have an emergency, I think we have an emergency.
If you thought I’d break then you were wrong, I won’t stop holding on.
Are you listening? Are you watching me?
I think we have emergency…...

This is WAR, E!!

2008-04-08T14:56:15Z

Dear citizens of Ficlets:
What started off as a harmless corny joke (started by meh: the corny one) betwixt two friends has now turned into a fierce battle…why?
Can’t we all just get along?
I was content to my corny hearts desire when I was forced to stop my corny dancing among my royal corny subjects in the highly esteemed Buger King , all because some “Queen” dared utter the the words ‘I am cornier then you.’
But I shrugged it of figuring that I’d let her have her laugh.
Why did she not just laugh? She had to take it to the next level saying she wears the buger king hat! HA!
You sit on a throne of lies!!
Lies I tell you! LIES !!
She tells you that I am the imposter. When she, at first said she was queen of some sort of non-corny nonsense, now she says she is a “goddess”. Really?
Dear people, all along I have said I am the Supreme Corny Ruler of Corny-dom. And that is who I am…not an imposter.

Sincerely yours,
Echo the Corny
(Supreme Corny Ruler of Corny-dom)

Confessions of a mime (pt. 2)

2008-03-21T15:17:01Z

I once heard someone say, ‘the easiest thing to do is be yourself.’ Wanna know what I said to that?...Bullcrap!
The easiest thing is lying. Pretending. Miming. It’s all the same isn’t it?
Pretending not to be hurt by their snide remarks is the same as Lying about what you did last night. And thats the same as being trapped inside a world of misunderstanding, having to use facial expressions that you don’t really feel to communicate to the world outside that box that you’re ok, when you’re really not…which is lying.
Why would I know all this? Because…
Im a liar.
And the truth is you will never know what I hide beneath my sleeves. As much as I tell myself I don’t want you to know, I can’t help but ask
why don’t you care?
Do you care?

I fall to my knees with tears in my eyes. I don’t want to be a liar. I don’t want to be selfish anymore. I want so much to change. Learning your love everyday, there’s still so much to know. You grip my wrists. I let go. It feels so much like falling…

Confessions of a wrist-cutter (pt.1)

2008-03-16T00:32:29Z

I close the door to my room, blocking out the sound of conversation coming from downstairs.
Why don’t they understand me? Am I so different?
Fustrated, I sit in the silence for a while….
I reach for the drawer that hides the razor. I stare at my arm.
I stare at the blade.
In a sudden burst of emotions, with the demons in my head screaming ‘Just do it! Do it!’, I angerly began to leave cuts everywhere on my arm.
Why am I mad at the world?
Maybe because you said you’d always be there…

I cry now as I plug in the hot glue gun. In the moments it takes to heat up, I ask Why must I do this? I don’t have to.
Too late. Glue gun in hand, and emotions on edge, I sqeeze a blob onto a scrap of paper, quickly putting my wrist on top of it. The searing pain of my skin burning numbs the pain in my heart…or so I think…
It never used to be this way.
Now I am alone. With no one but my nightmares to keep me company…

Oh God, Why have You forsaken me?....

Confessions of an ex-Wallflower

2008-03-05T17:45:35Z

Why am I invisible?
Why I am I always on the outside looking in?
Why don’t I speak when I have so much to share?
Why?

I was a wallflower once and these thoughts were constantly in my head. I was afraid of what others might think of me, how they might not accept me. But I got so fed up with being left out, that I started thinking, ‘So what if they don’t accept me. That’s their loss. I’m cool in my own unique way and I’m sick of being afraid of “what might be”.’....

It’s been two years since I left the wall. I now have some of the best friends in the world. And all of us are “different”.
What’s so wrong with being different?
Why don’t I fit in?
It’s quite simple,
I really don’t want to…

You now how some people say once you’re something, you’re always that thing? Well those people are wrong. Why?
Because I am no longer a wallflower.
Why?
Because I know what it’s like to be “chained” to a wall by your fears…

I also know what it’s like…to be FREE .

Confessions of a bottle-tipper

2008-02-23T17:19:35Z

I woke to a sharp pounding in my head.
I sat up. My reflexes were slow. My eye-sight blurry.
Ughh. I sighed as I stumbled down the hall.
The place was a mess. I didn’t even remember where I was, I just knew I had to leave.
I stepped heavily over feet and legs of my fellow partiers.
I reached the living-room, which had the least amount of drunken people, and sank onto the couch…

Why do I do this?
Why does it have so much control over me?
Why can’t I stop?
I put my head in my hands and tried to rub the head-ache out.
Why can’t I say No? Why must I run from my problems, and head straight into new ones?
Why does it bother me so much that you’re gone?
Why do I drown my sorrow in alcohol?
Why do I take drugs to make me ‘happy’?

...We were so happy. Happy & young. But it was all taken away when that drunk hit your car. Stupid drunk...I slip to the floor & weep…
Now
I am a drunk.
I am an addict.
I need help….

Confessions of a child addict

2008-02-19T03:13:11Z

It sits there haunting me…

Why must it be so inviting? Why can’t I have it now?
I just want a little more.
Why must it be so colorful?
Why must it be so good?
why. Why. WHY ?

No one is looking. Now it can be mine.

I reach as high as I can. ughh… Still not high enough. Why me?
I stand on my tippy-toes. ughh… Yes! I have reach the rim.
I tip it towards me. The contents spill onto the floor….

Why are they called M&M’s?
Why not, Sweet Chocolate Bliss?
Why do people say, ‘To much of a good thing is bad.’?
There is no such thing.
Why? Because,
I sit in a mound of…Bliss, content to my hearts desire…

I am an addict. And I am three.

Label me labeled [improved]

2008-02-16T02:00:38Z

I’m a punk- Because of the way I dress.

I’m wierd- Because I refuse to follow the trends you set.

I’m an ass- Because I spoke my mind and hurt your feelings.

I’m miss-goody-two-shoes- Because I don’t sleep with every guy I know.

I’m a loser- Because I decieded to befriend the losers.

I’m odd- Because I blaze my own trail by not walking in yours.

I’m a dork- Because I would rather do homework then get messed up with drugs.

I’m a label- Just like everyone else.

My mom the photogragher

2008-02-15T21:51:50Z

‘Sorry again, mom.’ I said as we drove through the town.
She sighed. ‘What’s done is done, Jo. But next time please try to get home quicker. If there is a next time…’
‘Mom! Of course there will be.’

See, my mom, a.k.a. Olivia DeWaive, is the hottest photogragher this side of the Mississippi. So when editers for Teen Girls Lifestyle Magazine saw her work in a local art gallery, they paid top dollar to get her. Of course, they weren’t the only ones “begging” for her to work for them, but, seeing as how my mom didn’t want to move & she did have me, she decided to work for one the least demanding jobs.
One of the great perks of having a photogragher mother is that, ocasionally, I get to model for the photo shoots.

I sit up as we near the Lifestyle building. ‘See, mom, only two minutes late.’ I said as we entered the parking lot.
‘We still have to get inside.’ she pointed out. As I got out of the car I noticed he was here.
I smiled This day might not end so bad after all….

Half hour late

2008-02-15T21:08:35Z

I heard the familier sound of the beat up truck, but refused to look at it. It continued to slow down, I walked faster.
‘Hey, knock it off already and get in!’
That was the last thing I wanted to do, the very last thing.
I could tell he was getting upset, and it was better for me if he stayed calm, so I reluctantly stopped walking.
I let out a sigh. ‘There is no getting away is there?’ I said under my breath.
‘Let’s go!’ he growled out the drivers window.
I let out a sigh as I walked to the passengers side and hopped in.
‘Geez, you had me worried for a second there.’
As if you’re capable of worring about anyone but yourself. I thought bitterly.
I scoffed at the empty beer bottles on the floorboard. ‘Are those all from today, or did you rationalize them this time?’
He looked at me hatefully saying, ‘At least I picked you up, alright, Penny.’
Thank God for that. You were only a half hour late. I thought sarcasticly…..

To apollogize and tease

2008-02-15T01:57:44Z

I rushed upstairs shouting as I ran, ‘I’m home! Sorry I’m late!’
‘Jo, if I’ve told you once I’ve told you a thousand times, you can’t be late in the modeling business.’ I heard the muffled rebuke coming from somewhere in my room. I really should clean this place… I thought.
‘And if I’ve told you once then I’ve told you a thousand times…ya can when your mom is the hottest photogragher there is. Besides, we’re not gonna be that late.’ My mom popped her head out from my walk-in closet, and smiled that smile she always smiles when she knows I’m right.
‘Hurry up and lets go, would ya?’ I teased.
‘Hey!’ she said laughing. ‘I’m looking for that cute out fit you wore to your cousins wedding. I’m not sure it’s even here…look at this place, Jo!’
‘I knowww. I’ll clean it this weekend. Is this it?’, I asked holding up the dress. My mom breathed out a sigh and said, ‘Yes! Now let’s gooo!’
All I could do was smile. My mom is too cool…

Not too far away, a truck pulled to the side of the road…

An echo's answers to a quirky quiz.

2008-02-13T20:22:15Z

I have this fixation with eating dry cereal, (on a stool sometimes) late at night, in the middle of the kitchen.

I might try to read a magazine from the beginning, but it drives me crazy! After all, my ‘natural’ instinct is to start at the end…

I am (somewhat) scared of hights, yet I looovee jumping off high things…go figure.

Since I’m not old enough to drive yet, I get such a thrill from…starting the car.

If I could, I would live at COSTCO , because its a pretty awesome store…what!?!

I love being in the ocean, but when I’m wet I hate being on the beach…I can’t stand the sand touching me…

When I can’t see the bottom of what I’m swimming in, I get wicked paranoid…there’s something in the water!

It drives me absolutely bonkers if I don’t see a movie from the beginning or I don’t see the end.

As for the memories

2008-02-13T17:36:40Z

Can’t get enough of a bad thing, huh?
That’s just like you.
Tell me only what you think I want to hear,
so that I’m happy.
Well, I’m not…
You think I’m pretending?
I can only watch as you become
something you’re not.
Why can’t * I * stop you?
I don’t know you anymore,
you’re such a fake.
I want another chance,
but you keep pushing me away.
I just want to see your smile,
but even that has changed.....