FlirtingWithaBrickWall's Stories

Stockholm Syndrome

2008-07-13T07:04:43Z

“Are you mad at me?” she asked, her eyes shifting nervously between my still frame and the the road ahead.

I glared violently into the fog, not trusting myself to speak.

“Is it because I didn’t leave when you asked me to?” she tried again, honestly expecting a response.

I wanted to scream at her. Every obscenity in the book flew through my head, making me even madder for losing control, even within my own head. I couldn’t afford to get angry.

Feeling the car shift up, I checked the speedometer. 90 in a 65. I silently prayed a cop was nearby. That’d teach her. Try explaining this one to the cops, I sneered, rather pathetically, in my head.

Calm down! I ordered myself. I’d already hit two people at the “party” she’d dragged me to, and it was taking all my self-control not to lash out her, as well. Physically or verbally, it wouldn’t be pretty. I needed her to think everything was okay if I wanted to make it home alive.

What have I gotten myself into?

Young at Heart

2008-07-07T03:27:51Z

There’s nothing more calming than floating on your back, eyes on a clear sky, fully immersed in the silence.

And there she lay, eyes up, not really looking at the slate-gray sky, notably cloudless after the torrential downpour that had been unleashed just three hours prior. Just far enough out from shore for it evade her peripheral, she observed more within than without.

She’d spent her childhood somewhere deep within Missouri, grew up faster than her heart. Her first kiss was discussed beforehand, and she still wasn’t on the same page. Recalling the thought, she smiled, finally over the shock of a rash end to her first “real” relationship.

They’d met at his friend’s house when he’d joked about taking her to prom. Then there was a concert, and nothing for a month until they got together to return her blanket. It hadn’t started out a date, but it definitely ended that way.

And then he decided she was too young. At this recollection she frowned. The sky darkened to match her mood.

I Need chaos

2008-02-11T03:53:27Z

I need people.

I need music that’s loud for the sake of sound.

I need to dance.

I need to feel the warmth of someone next to me, dancing, screaming, jumping, living for the night.

I need to be near someone. Anyone. Several someones. Everyone.

I need you.

I need to get away from this empty house, and this messy room. I can’t even walk across the floor without stepping on anything, but it’s still to organized for what I need right now.

I need noise. Quiet. Light. Dark. Space. Entropy. Everything. Anything.

I need to leave this place and venture out.

I need to be anonymous. Known. Loved. Forgotten. Cared for.

I need chaos.

I Want Life.

2008-02-11T03:39:25Z

I want to read for the sake of reading, not just because the book is required.

I want to hang out with my friends and have an amazing time, rather than try and fit hanging out into the almost nonexistent crevices around study time.

I want to go to the beach and crash in the waves.

I want to feel the water as it surrounds my body in a cool embrace.

I want to float along, carefree.

I want to lay in the sun and talk to someone, caressed by the heat and the ensuing conversation.

I want to drive into the sunset with no clear destination in mind.

I want to leave this place forever, and never long to come back.

I want the hustle and bustle of the city and all the lights at night.

I want the tranquility of the night and the stars, away from the motions, engulfed in the silence of me, you, and the darkness, and the knowledge that we can be together in golden silence, comfortable with each other as friends or mates, whatever the case may be, for the rest of our existence.

I want life.

survey? crazy kids

2008-01-22T03:52:31Z

1. Okay, c’mon spit it up worst ficlet you’ve ever written.
-Synopsis of Our Lives Pt. 3

2. This is complicated but pick your favorite number, look on the back of any random CD you have, what song is that number, or closest to it.
~~Zebrahead~~ The Hell That is My Life

3. This is to mix it up a bit. It’s not a question, but close your eyes and type, then leave whatever letters you come up with!
-;et’s see if o can dp tjos wotj ,ueues c;psed. amd ,u leubpard at am pdd amg;e////

4. What’s your favorite sports team.
CHS Bulldawgs, haha

5. The last thing you threw in the trash can.
wing bones

6. If you could be anyone on ficlets, who would you be.
stovohobo

7. Here’s the last question so…
...um…tarzan jungle man, swinging from a rubberband, falls off breaks his nose(was it his nose??) Anyhows, what color is his blood? YOU DECIDE !!
green

I don't have an iPod, but I'm definitely a fan of playlists.

2008-01-14T03:55:50Z

1. Finger Eleven- Easy Life
2. Fivespeed- The Mess
3. Good Charlotte- Meet My Maker
4. Hawk Nelson- Bring ‘Em Out
5. Wicked- Defying Gravity
6. Lost Prophets- Lucky You
7. Onesidezero- New World Order
8. Rise Against- The Good Left Undone
9. Sum 41- Confusion and Frustration in Modern Times
10. William Tell- Just For You

Writing My Thoughts on Life Without Using First Person Pronouns is a CHALLENGE

2008-01-06T08:38:48Z

Just because it doesn’t start with ‘once upon a time’, doesn’t mean it won’t end happily

Adversity makes life interesting

“It’s not the critic who counts… The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena… who at the best, knows in the end the triumph of high achievement; and who at the worst if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory or defeat.” Theodore Roosevelt

“That’s the good part of dying; when you’ve nothing to lose you run any risk you want” 451F

“Fairy tales do not tell children that dragons exist. Children already know dragons exist. Fairy tales tell children the dragons can be killed” G.K. Chesterson

Never sniff glue, or anything else you have to be eighteen to buy.

As important as the future is, sometimes you need to stop, breathe, and live today

Reaching ficlet nirvana is way cool

God: “Alpha, Omega, Beginning and End, Savior, Messiah, Redeemer, and Friend.”

Profile Pic Contest, and various favored anecdotes

2008-01-06T08:21:03Z

For the longest time, my profile pic was my AIM icon, everchanging, everlyrical. I decided a permanent, Pseudonym-describing pic was in order, and I happened to have taken a picture with a brick wall in the background. Amazing how it works.

In eighth grade, my best friend told me that “quite truthfully, flirting with you (me) is like flirting with a brick wall!” I had been so mad at him before that, but I laughed hysterically when he said (typed) it, and I was in an amazing mood for the rest of the night. Last year (has it been that long? maybe not quite… a few months ago) when I need a pen name, it was perfect- perfectly enigmatic, perfectly coined, perfectly me. I hang out with boys more than I flirt with them

The same friend rarely wears a shirt at home, and, quite frankly, it can be distracting. When I voiced my opinions to a third party, she replied, “next time he does it, you should pull your’s off, too.” His reply? “I’m on the floor, in front of the fire, petting a cat. How asexual can you get?

2.) The Full Extent of the Realm and Its Abilities

2008-01-06T08:04:51Z

The girl opened her mouth to reply, but found she couldn’t. It would seem that one of many of the realm’s secret powers was that of silencing all. She chuckled inside, thinking back on a movie about puppets she’d seen in her childhood, back when she couldn’t possibly imagine laying on the floor, dynamite on her back, trying to avoid death by the building or by the old man.

The man tried to speak, then, finally realizing the full extent of the realm’s abilities, began to sign, knowing the girl would understand.

I know what you have under your backpack, I want you to-

Light up the Sky

2008-01-02T07:17:48Z

“Baby, let me light up the sky, light it up for you-“

“Just take me away from this empty apartment“

“If only you’d let me tell you why I would die for you... if ever you loved me you’d say it’s okay...”

“Everything has changed since we were kids,” she cried out, then stopped. Her voice lowered as she spoke again, with a sadness, an edge that betrayed her shadows and regrets of the past, “we were the best of friends,” her voice broke on the last word as she choked back the tears

Taking advantage of the emotion in her voice he started again, this time pleading: “When you’re all alone with the melody will close your eyes and think of me? Try and put aside our history. Babe, you were the reason I survived“

“Then where did you go? I waited here, you never showed“

“Not everything has changed, I’m the same boy that stood by the sea“

Face blank, no more tears “this is just a matter of me getting what I need. I’m tired of you and me. When the secret’s safe… then I’m gone“

Five Things You Always Wished You Knew About Brick Wall 2

2007-12-25T01:08:13Z

4. My friends are my life. Family is very important, but they’re chosen for you. Friends are there because they want to be, not because they have to be. My friends are amazing. We drive each other places, we do homework together, we hang out at odd hours to work around my job. We’re amazing, we’re close, we’re RHP . Also, guys are better than girls, because they don’t like drama. Some girls revel in it, and that’s ridiculous. Why would you sit there and talk and fight, when you could have an amazing time instead?

5. I love photography, and, unlike drawing, I’m actually pretty good at it. Before they cut photo at my school, seventh period was my favorite because I could go to the darkroom. Darkroom time made up for anything bad that had happened. I could feel the tension lifting as I listened to the music play in my headphones; the smell of the chemicals still puts a smile on my face. My favorite pair of jeans have a spot from where I wiped developer off my hands.

Five Things You Always Wished You Knew About Brick Wall

2007-12-25T00:59:44Z

1. Unlike Stovohobo, I LOVE horror movies. My best friend and I watch them together all the time. If he’s seen them first, he tells me when to close my eyes (gross scenes, not scary scenes) and summarizes so I get the idea without the inappropriate. Also, we have “emotional huddles”- three of us on a couch, me in the middle, Cody and Reid on either side. We’re squished in, so if you jump, you can’t play it off. That’s how we made it through Amityville Horror freshman year. It was amazing.

2.I’m touchy/feely, unless I’m in a relationship. I love hugs, and I love it when my friends tickle me. I’m okay with a kiss on the cheek, but I only do with 3 of my friends because I know they’re okay with it. If I’m in a relationship and I don’t like him as much as he likes me, I get really claustrophobic.

3.I love music. It inspires me, it motivates me, it keeps me going. A good beat can change my day. Also, I love hearing my friends play. Even if it sounds bad, the fact that they’re playing it makes me love it.

My everything, My all

2007-12-19T05:47:25Z

How can you replace a friend? How can you recreate an amazing night with the ones you love? Not family, but the one’s you choose to love, the one’s you share a bond with that goes so far beyond blood connections.
“Family first.”
Not always. Family is there for you because they have to be, but the one’s that chose you, that love you not just because you’re supposed to love everyone, but because they honestly want to spend their lives with you; they’re the ones that come second only to God.
Just like you but more alive. Never have I been so alive. Never have I felt so in tune with other people. Never has a slightly prolonged hug meant so much to my future.
Never have I believed two people could complete me.
Four people create problems. Three can flirt harmlessly, wrestle, and talk about anything.
Everything.
Three people can be your everything.

Into the Light

2007-12-13T05:01:10Z

Why’s it so bright in here? So bright I can’t see anything- what an oxymoron. How did I get here? Oh man, what was I doing last night?

Last night… or morning? Afternoon? It’s so bright, I think it’s day, but I can’t see a thing. Maybe I should focus on figuring out where I am first…

Why can’t I move? My brain’s operating at full speed, but nothing’s leaving it. Am I paralyzed? Oh boy, I’m paralyzed, now I’m never going to get married. I’m going to die a virgin.

Focus! Last thing I remember… Rode to Cory’s party with Claire, drank a bit, felt sick… then what? I was ready to leave, Claire wasn’t, so I left the car and started to walk home. It was dark, and the streetlights were off… “Hey baby,” even tipsy, that sounded like a threat… I resisted, and then… Pain. Did he hit me? If he hit my head, maybe I’m not paralyzed, maybe I’m dead. I don’t think the white light’s supposed to last this long. What’s left? Hit on the hea-

Oh no.

Coma

I’m a hostage in my head.

Brick Wall's Sad Attempt at the Shocking Dialogue Challenge

2007-12-02T06:45:18Z

“Check out that sign- ‘Find out why God rocks’- God does rock, and my hair looks awesome!”

“Note the look of total disbelief on my face. See it? I promise you, it’s there.”

“Well it does! If I had been that blonde chick in Hairspray, Zac Effron definitely would have picked me.”

“Random much? Or more so- conceited much?”

“We’re both hot, and pretty people date pretty people, that’s just how it works.”

“There’s something wrong with you.”

“Zac Effron’s so hot! He’s on my list of things to do- er- people to date.”

“Random Zac Effron fact- he’s Jewish.”

“Ew. Now he’s off the list.”

“Wait- what? I just had to endure several minutes of Effronophiling, and you give me that?! What does him being Jewish have to do with anything?!”

“I’m Muslim.”

“You’re white!”

“You don’t have to be from the Middle East to be Muslim.”

“Yeah you do.”

“All right, fine, how about this- I’m gay.”

“That’s a little weird for me. Can I start calling you Butch?”