Loss (10, 11 and 12) (879 hits)
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Submitted by jeveux... (View user info) at 2005-12-18 21:56:48 EST
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Illona is in the business lounge at Singapore and she is bored. She pulls out the latest model Nokia cell phone and dials a number. After two rings a male voice answers.
"Illona," it says, "how are you babe?"
"I'm ok. How are you Ray?"
"Not good," he says, though he sounds fine. "Amy just dumped me."
"She found out about us?"
"Sort of," he says. No, he thinks, she found out about someone else.
"Who cares Ray? She was a prude anyway. I never got what you saw in her."
"Never mind," Ray is bored of talking about Amy. "How are you? Where are you? Your parents have been on the phone to me. They want to talk to you."
"Tell them I'll call them when I feel like it."
"I do, Illona, babe, but seriously, you should call them, they are really worried."
"Don't hassle me Ray. How was the pill last night? Do you want me to give you his number?"
"Sure," says Ray, "It was good. What's his name?"
"Jake. He was in your year at school; just finished. He's eighteen."
The banter continues for fifteen minutes at which point Illona has to go. Her Bloody Mary is finished and she has to shower before reboarding. In Australia, Ray is in a hire car on his way to meet friends and he is relieved she can't talk longer. Ray does not like her much, mostly because she will suck his dick but not sleep with him. Ray stays friends with her because she is cool and hot at the same time. Ray has a lot of friends like that.
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11
I am sitting in the shower when my phone comes to life screaming and buzzing; indicating that I have the night's first customer. I do not answer it.
Sitting in the shower, the jets of water feel like needles on my burnt back and the hot water scalds my skin. Sitting in the shower, I cannot remember why I started dealing drugs. I think about the loneliness I felt, but that was not it. I know it wasn't the money because I have more than enough and always have done. All my memories from those months are tainted with Marijuana smoke; I was stoned constantly. I do remember thinking how fucked up everybody was and that I hated it. I remember thinking that drugs had destroyed everything. I remember thinking that honesty and loyalty and therefore friendship were history; that in today's world, no-one could be trusted. I remember being introduced to David by some woman on the street who could not supply everything I wanted. Then I remember the satisfaction of helping people fuck themselves up. Feeding these Prima Dona's multicoloured pills was helping to perpetuate the culture I hated but as long as I was feeding it, it could not consume me. Suddenly I became part of it, and the pain was made bearable.
I crawl out of the shower and check my phone. It is from a number I do not recognise and I will not return the call. If they are serious they will call back later. I dry my hair, and then my shoulders and I continue down my body until I am standing in the bathroom, naked, dry and warm. I have a mirror on the wall in my kitchenette and I stand in front of it. I look at myself and think how much my body has changed in two years. I am broader and a little taller. My face has matured and my teeth are straight although I still have little outbreaks of acne on my chin and at my temples. My skin is paler; I am outdoors less, and I am not as fit; I have not played sport for almost a year. Although my body is no longer tanned or toned I am pleased with what I see. I have grown up. I begin to get dressed and my phone rings.
"Hello."
"Hi, I heard you can sell me some eccies."
"Who gave you this number?"
"Illona."
"She didn't say anything to me."
"Chill dude. I had one of her butterflies last night. I want some more."
"I don't have any now. How about..." I realise I do not even know what time it is. "Um... Meet me in the ally next to the Hampton. In one hour."
"Thanks."
I press the end call button and continue getting dressed. I choose my good jeans. I am thinking that maybe I will hang with some old school friends tonight. It will feel strange to see those guys again but I know where they hang on a Sunday and sometimes strange is good. Especially when there are worse things on your mind.
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12
Jake and Alyssa are sitting in a café at Circular Quay. It is a sunny morning and they are waiting for one of Jake's friends. Alyssa is drinking her strawberry frappe through a pink straw and Jake is drinking a coke. Neither of them drinks coffee; they do not like the taste. They are both absorbed in their own thoughts and might appear, to outsiders, to be bored. In fact, it is a comfortable silence. At long last Marcus arrives. The three of them will go to a movie in the city and then they are going to try to get into a night club. Jake and Marcus are seventeen and Alyssa is sixteen but she says she knows the bouncer and so it shouldn't be difficult. They are going to a club where lots of underage people hang out, but they will still be the youngest.
Marcus is shorter than Jake but with less awkwardness about his look. He has blonde hair and is wearing a tight fitting T-shirt with deliberately ripped sleeves. He greets Jake with a handshake and turns to Alyssa.
"So this is the beautiful Alyssa," he says, "I have heard so much about you." The girl smiles and they kiss on the cheek. Jake is smiling because he has wanted to show Alyssa to his friend for a long time now. "Happy Birthday for the other day man," says Marcus, "Got your licence yet?"
"No, you know I haven't."
"I've got mine," says Marcus, even though Jake already knew.
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Part 1: http://www.ubersite.com/m/80825
Part 2 and 3: http://www.ubersite.com/m/80892
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Submitted by inion_de_trua (user info) at 2005-12-20 12:02:01 (#)
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ok i got to the end of the current piece... MORE HURRY NOW. thanks.
Submitted by inion_de_trua (user info) at 2005-12-20 12:02:01 EST (#)
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ok i got to the end of the current piece... MORE HURRY NOW. thanks.
Submitted by MrSparkle847 (user info) at 2005-12-19 22:56:24 EST (#)
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STOP TEH SUSPENSEXOR!
Submitted by jeveuxgagner (user info) at 2005-12-19 01:08:47 EST (#)
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Seems almost robotic with lines like "I note the change in my body. I am taller and broader than before. I enjoy it".
not really what i wrote at all but point taken.
Submitted by MandaPanda (user info) at 2005-12-19 00:00:23 EST (#)
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I'm wondering where you're going to go with this.
Submitted by Zol (user info) at 2005-12-18 23:05:53 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
some part a bit halting but thats how the beginners doin'- keep workin dude. A bit weaker than william gibson but better than Joanne K. Rowling's Harry Pooper all marketing shit. Afterwards i dont like young characters they know fuck about real life even they are right sometimes. Its more than insticts than real life experience because the lack of age.
Submitted by Deconstruction (user info) at 2005-12-18 22:55:53 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
Your writing is a little akward for my taste. Seems almost robotic with lines like "I note the change in my body. I am taller and broader than before. I enjoy it". No offense, but just work on it and you've got major improvement.