partysprinkles' Stories

Dissapointment

2008-05-16T04:53:28Z

The quick snap of the racket, the propulsion of the birdie through the air, and the vibration felt from the racket’s string bed throughout her entire arm heightened her adrenaline. ‘You’ve been training for this all season, you can do this, it’s not out of your reach.”
She watched the white birdie propel itself high in the air, creating an arc of practiced and precise symmetry.
Across, on the other side of the net, her partner returned the shot, half heartedly, with little mobility and even less precision.
“Court Four, Please start your match.”
She walked over to her partner, who stood there staring absently into the bleachers, gazing morosely at the remaining games unfolding around her.
“We’re going to win today,” I murmured, glancing up at her to see if she shared the same sentiment.
“Uh huh.”
“What’s wrong with you? Do you even want to play?”
“No. I don’t want to be here. I don’t want to play and I wasn’t going to show up today, but you know, I kind of had to.”

I’ve never had a partner since.

Food Chain

2008-05-06T06:17:53Z

“You didn’t.”
“I did.”
“You did not.”
“No, mother fucker, I did.”
The two men glared at each other; dangerous, imposing, perhaps even a bit primal, circumstances had placed the two under hostile conditions and the stress was definitely beginning to take its toll.
“You ate my cereal.”
“Honey Bunches of Oats does not constitute as cereal, get yourself some real man food the next time you’re out.”
“Goddamnit Charlie I just brought that box yesterday. What the hell do you think you’re doing?! Who the hell do you think you are?!”
“I’m your ROOMMATE , whom just happens to be your BROTHER , whom just happens to be living in a dorm with an identical physical copy of himself, one that is, might I add, less attractive and definitely not as cool.”
The two, the “twins”, as college life had now aptly named them, had been together since birth, though not by choice, and definitely not by preference.
Charlie threw his hands in the air. “Alright, OK, I’ll replace the box, just don’t make a mess of yourself, captain.”

Moving Forward

2008-05-06T05:52:36Z

Her skirt lifted, flickered, billowed. Around her ankles the cascades of cotton expanded, receded, breathed. No more winter, no more nights accompanied by the lonely cackle of a dwindling hearth, no more frayed blankets and tattered garments, too loose to keep the warmth in or the cold out. Beyond these hills, this sparkling terrestrial floor that beamed bright and vivacious under the cool all-knowingness of the vast expansive sky, was hope. Her valise in tact, her hat secured with a steadfast intent on her head, she marched forward, letting her bare feet move freely over the wide open plains. It’s stranger now, this world, this gem of a country, nestled securely between her heart and her memories. Her chest overflowed, her love for the sky and the wind and the air ruptured forth, it’s passion finding no bounds to contain within. She crumpled, let her knees brace for the fall, and let her flushed cheek lay momentarily still on the coolness of the grass beneath. This country, this land, she loved it so.

Interrogation II

2008-05-05T03:39:33Z

Charlie woke, his body tensing, his blood trickling down his open wounds. There are eight planets, eight planets, the eighth they wiped away, the eighth they don’t want anybody knowing about. He wiped the sweat away from his gaunt face. What else, What else is there? Why can’t I remember anything when they’re around? Why can’t I think when the AF come close to me? Why am I scared to speak?
Then he remembered. The ruptured membranes, the broken bones, the nasal-sinus drowning technique they mastered to a deadly perfection. His hands shook at the memory, his legs collapsed.
I can’t remember who I was. They told me I was a castaway, a common villager in the East Island village of Salaar, but my clothes, they are not of a poor farmer’s.
Through dirt and grime he gripped at his uniform, a distant tug at a past he couldn’t remember.
Senator Diervah.
Diervah. Nothing clicked. Nothing remembered. Senator? Senator? What good does that do him now?
Footsteps. Close, approaching

He crumpled to a corner and lay still.

Interrogation

2008-05-05T03:32:09Z

Seven.
Seven.
Seven.
Say it with me, Charlie, Say it, “seven.”

Seven.

That’s good Charlie. Seven. How many sister planets are aligned with the Royal Charter?

Seven.

Very good Charlie. Tell me, what was life like before the Black War?

Inhumane. Barbaric. Men murdered, women stole, children became dishonest.

That’s correct Charlie. Tell me who saved your people, Charlie.

The Admiral Fleet. They saved our people.

What were your people like before salvation, Charlie?

Savages.

And who do you owe your life to, Charlie?

To the Admiral Fleet, to Emperor Oeranh.

Wonderful Charlie, so much progress today. One more question, what are you?

I am

Say it Charlie.

Nothing. I am nothing.

Excellent Charlie, the faster you adopt AF doctrine the quicker your recovery will be, you’ll see, remember, we are the chosen, picked by God to save you from yourself.

With that he left.

Charlie blinked. There are eight planets, eight sisters, why couldn’t he remember before? Why is his memory deceiving him?

Unconscious.

A meeting

2008-05-05T03:15:19Z

She moved-Light, listless movements that disturbed the air around her, pushed the particles aside her, let the silence settle inbetween her.
“It’s a long ride home darling,” he muttered this quietly, as if mere words could break the flickering static of neon blue that encompassed their bleary vision.
“I know. I’m here though, that’s what counts, right?” Her words echoed louder than she had predicted. In her heart lay more empty corridors for secret whispers to reverberate than that in which she stood in now. Her arms drifted to her side and her leg lifted gently, as if to move, and was gently placed down again, an almost inaudible “clink” of her heel was the only indication of movement.
“You’ll go. You’ll leave, you’ll never come back. You left once, you left twice, and when you leave now it will be no different, you knew what you did to me.” His fists curled, uncurled, and curled again. He missed her, this was more difficult than he had imagined.
“It’s okay, love, time will heal,” and with that, she left.

A raft against the tide.

2007-10-09T03:05:55Z

My skirt caught the edge of the tide
one one thousand
two one thousand
and it tugged gently
but insistently
every so insistently
to the gentle rhythmic pulsations of the sea
deep and untouched with melodies virgin to
shut ears

That’s what life is, really
in its essence
without a garnish to hide its bleak bland taste
It is a crest that we ride
but do not maneuver
and it tugs us as we tug back
fighting the pull we have been predestined to
drift with
anonymous: and into the sea.

I have taken the liberty to build a raft
however
that will spare me from one cataclysmic tide
and the other
all tugging on my limbs, a fight primordial, within.
But it does not spare me from decay
because salt corrodes
and I am only flesh and bone
wood and stone

I cannot change the course of waves
Just the way I approach them
Helpless and menial
I build away, anyway -
Knowing it will be torn asunder
soon enough

Such is our lot in life.

Sibling Jealousy

2007-10-09T02:30:11Z

“He said what?”
Marie mumbled through the phone, a look of distaste grew upon her face.
“That’s what he said, Marie, he said your bride’s maids gowns were tacky.” An anxious Callie waited on the other side, growing giddier with each passing second of silence. This was going to rile her up, this was going to fuck up her morning.
“Oh you don’t say? Well that’s a shame, I guess our wedding won’t be perfect after all.” Marie pulled her gloves off of her fingers, the smell of dish-washing soap and lemon still fresh on her hands. She fingered the ring on her right hand and went back to pacing about the house, scanning every nook and cranny for dust and decay. She knew what Callie was trying to do and it wasn’t going to work on her.
Callie became insistent. Almost a little frantic.
“He talked to me about it. He talks to me, Marie. He’s not trustworthy. You don’t know him well enough. Sometimes he talks about you, sometimes—”
Marie hung up. There’s only so much older sister’s can deal with.

You Recycle Now?

2007-08-25T06:57:21Z

Danny tossed the empty soda can into the recycling bin & trodded off ahead to catch up with his friends.
“You recycle now? Did you catch that guys, he recycles. What are you going to do next, save the rainforest?”
His friend chided him, tugged his collar and laughed. They all knew he was trying to impress that new chick, Faye, Farrah, Fan, whatever her name was. His campaign to woo her heart included becoming more ‘eco-friendly’ and signing up for a summer pottery class which he almost managed to keep secret until Mike happened upon his set of glazed vases while sleeping over one night.
“Well. I’m kind of glad he’s becoming a little more aware of his surroundings. Maybe his tiny infatuation isn’t all that bad,” chimed Marie, “And anyways, Johnny, don’t you remember that haircut and wardrobe switch you ‘voluntarily’ went through while with Annie?”
Johnny looked down at his tattered jeans and swept his hair away from his eyes.
“Oh yes. fondly. At least she was hot.”
The group nodded and continued walking.

Left

2007-08-19T02:43:58Z

i’ve kept it quiet like a secret in surrender
no arid thoughts have crossed my mind
and it’s still freshly sewn and slightly tender
the aching gashes left inside

this isn’t a song to beg you back
it’s a song to tell you how much we’ve changed
to think that evenings in the moonlight
would change to nightmares
in the rain

and it still burns like severed words
you left torn across your wake
leaving ashes in our lake
strewing holes across my face.

you’ve desecrated what was left

Cosmia, A Poem.

2007-08-07T20:03:26Z

Cosmia,
Cosmia awake from your thousand year slumber
to breathe what life bellows from your limbs
Dance like before, with a flourish of your skirt becomes the curtains of the stars
And the song you do write becomes the ashes in the light;
the cosmic dust we’ve left in sight
Though we still yearn we have learnt to believe
That the life you have furnished is the life we receive
And starshine yeilds panic where heavens collide
and you were there with it in the burning divide
Oh Cosmia you harrow
long before dusk
and with the evening you harbor your trust
in thousands of lights strewn beneath your dark sea
and with it we saddle to meet the pine trees
where once you left light and now you’ve left seeds
What respite you’ve gotten, too long we have fought in
A war to meet grandeur beyond our hindsight
and with it we raise our poor hands to the skies
Oh Cosmia come down and show through our poor eyes

She Asked for Help

2007-08-04T20:14:28Z

She’s vomitting words like a helpless bulimic, trapped inside her own addiction. Nothing satisfies her, nothing is enough.
“I don’t know, I don’t know if i’ve said enough…said…told you enough…that i’m sorry…was accident…don’t…said enough.”
Her speech slurred together, smeared and shot with the hands of whiskey and wine. There is mascara running down her face; long, aphotic tendrils that wire their way down her cheeks, making dark veins where porcelain skin shows brightly underneath.
“I can’t…nobody says…hurt…i’m…sorry…explain..can’t…help.”
Nothing makes sense to me, to her. Unintelligable words spew forth and I’m picking out consciousness where the alchohol has been. Through her fluttered passage of regret and imploration she managed to utter help.

She lapses into unconsciousness. A step closer to death. A step closer to peace.

I kissed her forehead and let her turmoiled soul claw its way out of the hell she created. This was a demon she needed to conquer over alone.

A minute of Partysprinkles

2007-08-04T19:54:18Z

One minute? only one? I find time to complain through everything, really.

It’s hot in Los Angeles, the women flock, the men retire, the heat consumes everybody. I think it’s time for a swim.

ARX4 means Death (3)

2007-08-01T21:39:07Z

Danny grew cold. Cold and alone, upon a mountain he was too weak to descend from. He was growing faint, fading away from the fabric of life, losing what little meaning he had left in his wretched, vile existance.

Danny was extremely ill.

“You feel it don’t you? What poison lurks inside of you. Why would you let anyone else suffer a fate like yours?”

Dan let go to clutch the cabinet beside him. He became disoriented, lurking in the shadows of consciousness, breathing raggedly, trying to fill his lungs with something other than bile.

“I am doing the right thing, boy. I am saving the world, just like your father tried to. I am the stronger man for it, willing to do what he was too afraid to even think of. My research, my life’s work will be celebrated once we get through this Dark Age. The mass, they are afraid now, but you know how Machavellian we are, old sport. The ends will justify the abominable means. Everybody will see, they will see, I will be celebrated, revered; and you boy, you will be dead.”

ARX4 means Death (2)

2007-08-01T21:23:56Z

“Don’t you fucking talk about him. You don’t deserve anything left in this world. You promised him a cure to ARX4 , not a death sentence! Fuck you, Fuck your goddamn elixir.”
Dan rushed toward Grove, upturning beakers and boxes in his wake. In the blink of an eye he was on top of the doctor, hands wrenched around his feeble neck and knee pressed down into his chest cavity.
“These people are dying, you sick bastard. They are suffering for sins they did not commit. You do not play God, fucker.”
Grove remained calm, even under the immense pressure Dan was placing upon his old body. He could see Dan shaking, the disease inside of him bubbling forth. He felt Dan struggle for control over his body, seizing moments of unconsciousness to clear his mind of what he felt so deeply inside. Grove grinned.
“I am saving children, and families, and fathers, and mothers. I am saving us from what the wicked have spewed forth. There is nobody left to do it, nobody left to save you. Danny, you will die too.”