Stock Character's Stories

Mad World

2008-03-25T12:52:14Z

Its funny how people don’t see themselves as they really are. Not the majority, anyway. Sometimes I can go a whole day without seeing the real me. Those are my good days.

No One is Watching

2008-03-09T19:09:03Z

Fight for your life little girl, but know that the world isn’t waiting with bated breath.

10:01 PM EST

2008-02-19T02:00:21Z

I am told the world will end two days from now.

I believe the world could end in two days but I doubt it will.

Maybe part of me wishes it does.

Maybe part of me thinks I will be the bringer of destruction.

I could be the Antichrist, come to rend fire and wrath upon the unbelievers.

I could just be an observer, there to watch the show.

The pyrotechnics should be wicked awesome.

Only Six Words

2008-02-13T15:30:23Z

He made me lose the game.

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The Room

2008-01-31T23:41:35Z

The room was empty, holding only enough breath inside to sustain one barely audible gasp, should some one choose to enter.

Ten Years

2007-11-04T19:16:56Z

I hadn’t seen him in ten years. Well, of course it had been that long. That’s how it has to happen, right?

The last time I saw him he had just graduated and was leaving to work for the FBI as a translator. It’s apparently quite easy to get in if you major in a language. He said he took French because it was easy but it helped that he already knew it from high school.

There was a party and we drank milk because he would never have liqueur. Then he left.

Black suit, black tie, aviators, and black chucks. That’s how I knew it was him. That and the voice. He never stopped talking. It was when he did that you knew there was a problem. Only with that small look of confusion and concentration and curiosity all mixed in one did you know he was really thinking. How to fix this or make that better. Or pull the best prank you’d ever seen.

I wondered if he’d changed, and if he still had that look from time to time. Maybe it was time to get the band back together again. Maybe that’s why he was here at my doorstep.

View of the Woods

2007-11-03T16:08:49Z

I have no wooded isle all my own. No place where thoughts can wander, where spirits roam. My heart, empty for the filling, longs for space to expand and hold all of my minds secrets and wants in place for a soulful examination. I hold no one place for quiet revelry but look inside my own devices, my own mechanical store room for enlightenment. When gazes wander over my own I see nothing. I know nothing; I feel nothing in this empty place but my own self and the wanderings of my misguided thoughts. Were that I could remember them as I wander, wondering through the forests of my thoughts.

Twenty-Two Minutes

2007-11-03T16:05:19Z

Twenty-two minutes is not a great deal of time. You can’t watch an entire episode of Lost, or properly study for an exam in American Literature. These days, you can’t even take a proper nap in twenty-two minutes.

So, then, you can see my dilemma having only twenty-two minutes time in which to save the world. In truth, I had started with a full half hour. All things considered though, I believe I used the first eight very wisely in disbelief of the situation. I mean, why worry if the madman in front of you is really just pulling wool?

All About

2007-03-20T02:46:11Z

Me? You want to know about me? Now why would anyone want to know that? I mean, sure it’s very important in deciding who gets to spend thirty grand a year to go to your highly regarded institution. There must be some little insight that went missing from the transcript of my life that you dearly need to know.

So here, I’ll tell you a little something about myself. Maybe to keep you interested in allowing me to be in your presents, or maybe even to prove my worth to just one more person who doesn’t seem to believe in me.

You know, you might even start wanting to be me! Wouldn’t that turn the world sideways. Can you believe it? Someone else wanting to be me? I mean, half the time I’m not even sure who it is that I am.

But if someone else wants to be me, I must be pretty important. Maybe I do want to be me. We then, if I want to be me, you certainly can’t be me. You’ll just have to be you.

Monkeys Eat Brains

2007-03-16T01:54:39Z

“You know what this means?”

“We’re gonna need more bananas.”

“What? No! We can’t feed that thing, we have to kill it before it tries to eat our brains!”

“I think I’ll name him Bob. Doesn’t Bob sound like a good name for a monkey?”

“Are you even listening to me? We need to get out of here. That thing is a sure sign that the zombies have made it into the zoo down town.”

“Or maybe Chad. Chad’s a good, strong name.”

“Stop playing with that monkey and help me fortify this shed. Did you find your dad’s shotgun while you were out there?”

“Yeah. It’s in his truck. That’s where I found Chad. Hey, do you think monkeys can learn tricks? I think I heard somewhere that they can learn sign language or something.”

“Wait, if you found the shotgun then why didn’t you bring it back here? We need that gun to keep the zombie hordes at bay!”

“I couldn’t carry Chad and the gun. And I couldn’t just leave him out there.”

“If we get out of this, I’m going to kill you. I swear. I don’t care if you are my brother.”

Green World

2007-03-15T17:38:17Z

Matt was never sure why he like to walk in the wooded area near his parents’ house.

Sometimes he would find himself drawn there, as if there was something important he needed to do, surrounded by the oaks and maples.

Sometimes when he was away from home Matt found that he missed the trees and leaves; missed the quiet whispering of the undergrowth and the chattering of squirrels at his intrusion.

He would missed the silence of the green world the most.