Yeah I know, I’m suppose to be posting the last post in the trilogy of my youth-ly thoughts and deeds, but I’m just not feeling it right now. I get distracted easily and in the words of Vamp Willow “Bored now” (If you don’t get that reference, I am so sorry that you have missed out on 7 seasons of awesomeness, if you do get that reference, then put that in your marzipan and smoke it bingo!) Anyway, I’ve decided to post something else that was written by the 17 year old me. I was recently cleaning out one of my bookshelves and came across some old spiral notebooks that I used to write and draw in when I was a teen. Now I turn 33 tomorrow, so there have been quite a few years since these were written, and it’s been years since I last took a look at some of this stuff. It’s funny that now a lot of the “dark despair” feelings I wrote about kinda make me laugh. Was I really that self-absorbed where I thought I was the only kid going through the whole “no one gets me, I’m so alone, poor me” phase? Apparently. Oh well, at least I can laugh about it now. Without further ado, here is a short story entitled ‘Silent Stalker’ I actually kinda like this one, it was one of my better-written stories…..which really isn’t saying much. So from the pen of 17 year old me, here is ‘Silent Stalker’.
Silent Stalker
Prowling the wasted badlands that were once a magnificent city forgotten, he stepped into the dark alleyway. The smell of fear. Darkness surrounded what little light the luminescent sky provided. He is a predator, the silent stalker, takeing lives to complete his own.
The dark figure of a man slithered from a passageway that seemed to disappear just as fast as it had appeared, creating the perfect illusion. Blood dripped from his powder-incrusted nose. The predator saw this, smelled it, felt it on his lips. A grin appeared half cocked in the corner of his mouth. He watched, waited silently for the dark figures next move. He liked playing games, tonight it would be Chess. This game he liked in particular, the thrill and anticipation of watching his opponent positioning himself just right for a surprise attack. The dark figure began to move, he stumbled blindly over old cardboard boxes that had once housed vagrant souls.
Standing in his attack position, sweat dripped from the predators’ brow. Waiting was torture. Just a few…more…steps. Checkmate! Blood dripped from the predators’ mouth as he watched the dark figure’s lifeless body hit the ground for the last time. He had life again and he was still the silent stalker.
Here are a couple more good ones. Here I’m trying to be more artsy and less fartsy, I have to say, I was really deep as a teen, lol. Very emo.
Behind Green Eyes
Oh what a twisted web we weave, when at first we practice to deceive
With tangled webs of hope and despair, clinging to you gently without a care
With raindrop oceans of the blackest sewage, killing you quickly with hatred and power
Gnawing at your brain leads the old man home, without a care to whom he knows
Female eyes of green decay, shine fourth golden light from the darkest night
The stars up in heaven and the fires down in hell created a child, the earth raised her well.
Tears like Jewels
A thousand eyes sneak down upon you, beneath you lies I think I’ve found you
Tears like jewels run from my eyes, the world you gave me was all a lie
With your witchy words and your demon heart, the Devils Knell will tare you apart
Like deer in a headlight you’ve frozen me, then struck me down in your misery
Tears like jewels run down my cheek, all my life have I been this weak?
This next one is my interpretation of one of the very few nightmares I’ve had in my life. This one I remember cause it was on New Years eve/Day of 1999 going into 2000.
I had a nightmare last night
Great way to start the New Year
Why they didn't kill me i don't know
I thought I was safe
I was in my house
I looked in the bathroom
Blood everywhere
He thought we were playing a joke on him
My family is downstairs
I thought it was over
Then they came for me
They came closer to my house
They were going to kill my family
I had no way to stop them
I shouted
Then it was just black
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