J.B. Williams' Stories

Marcello's [Realization challenge]

2008-05-11T16:13:12Z

I sure know how to pick ‘em, I thought. Every time I like a girl she has some problem worth duly noting. As I thought this, she started to yell, whine and complain about the pasta, saying it tastes bland and that it wasn’t worth the trip (it didn’t matter that it was a date, that I actually liked the food, or that I paid for it) and that she should go home.

Why did I ask her on this date anyway? She’s rude, immature, slightly annoying, blunt, ungraceful, callous, trifling, tall, beautiful, toned, sexy…I see. The outside wrapping was so…tantalizing, so enthralling that I couldn’t help myself, opening Pandora’s Box, leaving my self respect to keep Hope company. I didn’t think that being shallow and uptight would actually be a hinderance, but oh well, I know what I gotta do now. “Well, it’s been fun. See you around.” “Where are you going? This date isn’t over!” “Sorry; I’ve just come to the realization that you disgust me. Goodbye.”

The End of Me(Goodbye challenge)

2008-05-07T19:13:53Z

“These were words requested by XXXXXXX , as part of his last will and testament, to be read aloud:

‘It’s been a good run. I’ve been very lucky to have never been caught doing some of the things I’ve done; maybe I’ll burn in hell for it. Oh well.’

“XXXXXXX was a great man. His love for his country was only surpassed by his love of family. He donated so much time to volunteer organizations, as well as money. He always believed that true success comes from the ability to help others. So, as he believed, he set up trust funds for his siblings’ children, as well as his own and donated a generous portion of his money to non-profit organizations. Operationsand a controlling portion of his stock will be distributed to his immediate family. His presence will be sorely missed.

He is survived by many nieces and nephews, 8 to be exact, his two daughters, his parents and his two sisters and brother.”

Dreams

2008-05-02T14:53:35Z

Hey everybody! I have a brand new challenge for you guys. This one is so basic but it’s kinda complicated. Well then, let’s not keep you in suspense. This challenge is to write about your alterior life. What would your life be like if you followed your dreams and every whim. What would you do? Who would you be? What would you be? Good luck and knock yourselves out with this one. Winning entries will be chosen June 1st.

Sh** happens

2008-04-25T01:18:22Z

“Hey, I’m so happy you made it.” I said, hugging him tightly. “I doubt that you would come but I’m glad you did. How’ve you been?”

“Fine.”

“Glad to hear it. I want to tell you something important, but I don’t think that you’ll take it well.”

“Don’t tell me you got VD? Why would you do that and not tell the other person. That’s fucked up.”

“No, I’m clean. I hope you don’t have anything in your dick that will make me sick.”

“No. No, I’m sorry.”

I sighed. I know that we were drunk but…

“I just wanted to say I’m sorry. We were drunk and I still should have been responsible. I’m seven weeks pregnant.”

A Day In the Life of Ana Cristina

2008-04-17T17:14:36Z

“Ok class, that’s a wrap. See you guys tomorrow!” she said, sweetly. As the class said their usual goodbyes(“See ya tomorrow! Good class!), she was already thinking of teaching her next lesson: Teaching a group of shrewd business men how to think of others.

She’s been researching the patterns of the economy for weeks, and all of the trends boiled down to this: if the CEOs, CFOs and chairmen of the board don’t try to help stimualte the economy, we will be facing a global depression of epic proportions in the next few weeks, not years. To top that off, the only time she could get them all together was after 5:00! If anyone knows about a restless audience, it’s a teacher. Good thing she’s actually great at it.

untitled

2008-04-17T17:11:08Z

I found it. The real reason that Adam was dejected from heaven. It’s simple but thinking of it makes it complex. Considering it’s possibilities, I can not begin to imagine how anyone can withstand it. In this case, ignorance truly is bliss. However, I touched it, or rather it touched me, and now I have a problem.

Simply put I forgot who I was, the essence of me, to please it and capture it. It’s been so long since I looked into a mirror that I can not recognize myself from the crowd around me. Am I borrowing one of their faces in exchange for the pleasures of the now or am I really this hideous? This is not an illness you can solve from any kind of dermetologist; this requires self medication.

The Wall

2008-04-15T17:14:44Z

As I sit here, on the stones of Wall Street, I wonder why are they there? Why are they there? Were they part of the original Wall that was on Wall Street? As I ponder this, I get up, and walk around the purpose of the wall was to seperate one side from the other, or so I think thanks to National Treasure. But really why are they there?

I walk around and take it all in. All the suits, the people one lunch, all in a hurry to relax for an hour. Do I want to chase the money too? I know I can do it but—’Lights, lights, lights, lights, lights, lights, lights, lights’. A song interrupted my steady stream of thoughts. I always hear this song at the right time. I guess I know the answer now and the secret to things.

Spider-Man 3

2008-04-09T12:14:26Z

As the symbiote threw the grenade away, Eddie merged with it, reforming Venom. “Parker! It will take more than some firecrakers to stop this celebration!” It was then, Sandman knew what he must do. “It was an accident Peter, a robbery gone wrong when my friend surprised me from behind. He was a good man and didn’t deserve to die. Please accept this as my apology.” Peter could not understand what Sandman was going to do but Venom sucker punched him mid-thought! This brawl was going to continue, no matter what.

“Now’s your time Spidey! Time to d—ack!” Sand began to enter Venom’s mouth, a little at first, then more and more. ” I can’t breath!” Soon Venom stopped moving and the sand stopped as well. “He killed himself to stop Venom,” Peter though aloud. MJ and Peter hugged for what seemed to be an eternity before they realized that Harry was still there.

Defenses are so up

2008-04-07T04:29:22Z

“Hey, what’s with the Terminator look? You know I don’t know John Connor, right?” She had her hair covering her left eye in a not-so-inconspicuous manner. She told me that it was because her left contact ripped, but I had to rip her for it. But not too much, I actually kinda like her…a little. “So really what’s under the bang of hair, a red eye?” “No, stupid, I already said it.” She’s getting flustered, aggravated really. Whatever, I’m having too much fun now.

Funny how karma bites us all in the ass. Not laugh out loud funny, but funny years down the line. I begin to know her slightly better, and find myself actually attracted to her. But in between time, I made so much fun of her she thinks nothing more of me than an immature, unfunny prick.

“Why does this happen every time man?” I complain to my best friend. He laughs. Hysterically. Then he explains. “You’re so defensive. You do the same thing with every girl you like, almost verbatim. You’re so defensive that you attack first so you won’t get hurt.”

Honesty

2008-04-07T02:25:13Z

“So.”

“I know where this will go if no one initiates, so I will. It’s a stupid question, but you will answer it anyway. Do you really want to do this? Is it really worth it?”

“No. Not exactly. I would like to enjoy my life to the point where I could die any day, smiling. However, I do want to succeed.”

“Stop right there. I already know what you’re going to say, but I want you to at least be honest with me, and not think that you can fool me like most other people. WHO are you trying to be successful for?”

“Touchè. Honestly, I don’t know. I would hope it’s for me. I know that, in the end, only I will want to help me. Friends will only do but so much, and family is only blood, nothing more.”

“Hmm. Then I only have this to tell you then. Screw them. You are the only one that matters. You are the master of your universe. Stop letting outside forces dictate and influence the revolutions and rotations of your planets. As you said, in the end, you will only want to help you. What do you think about this?

Like the scarabs from the Mummy

2008-04-01T05:01:57Z

As is with most plans, Jared failed to see the flaw. The flaw that is the obvious mammoth in the room. This girl got under his skin already. She is better than you was a pervading thought that constantly came to the forefront of his mind. She is just as smart, if not smarter than you, so game won’t work. Damn it, Jared muttered to no one. “What’s wrong, realize the weight of you actions?” she said. “Well well, since when are we so clean that we can make fun of a pig in the sty?” “What?” “I’m sorry, I can only dumb down one statement a day. Are you sure that this is the one you want me to translate?”

He was indeed outmatched. That garbage, half-assed comeback sealed the deal. There was only one thing left to do: tip the king over and admit defeat.

Why did you tell her? (64k Challenge)

2008-03-30T18:53:23Z

Because you are a horrible person and you deserve to go to hell.

Why can't we make love? (64k challenge)

2008-03-30T18:48:24Z

Because I respect myself too much to do it with a girl like you.

Betrayal Most Foul

2008-03-26T12:06:55Z

I was seeing it, but I could not believe or fathom it. I was staring blankly at my mom on top of my ‘best friend’. “Oh my God!” she screamed. No, nothing they can say will forgive them. They both betrayed me, and now they must suffer. I can not, under any circumstances, forgive them. Just have to wait. Wait for a chance to.

I acted my reaction, realizing that I stood there too long. “Oh my God! Why?! My mother…” I yelled, twisting my face in shock. The truth of the matter is I know that my mother, sorry, stepmother is a slut. A true whore, in every aspect. Also, I know as fact that she extremely apathetic. Good because what I have in store for you two…may God have mercy on your souls.

“Get out of here!” I left, stormed off actually. This is good, I have a chance to think, to plan. But now, I have to play a role. I’ll go back to the school, look for my adviser and give him a small, insignificant problem to talk about for an hour. She will come looking for me, to apologize, half-heartedly at best.

draft

2008-03-24T12:11:38Z

I remember it like it was yesterday. I got home early from school that day because I cut my last two periods. They’ll call the house, big whoop, I thought. I walked home a different way because I knew that the truancy officers liked to stay along my normal walking route. When I got to my house, I had a strange, forebording feeling. It was so strong I stopped midstep on the stairs to clutch my stomach.