Ubertines: I will be your screech and crash (1360 hits)
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Submitted by ghola (View user info) at 2006-02-03 08:28:47 EST
There's a soft rapping at her door, muted, as though someone knocked with mittens on.
She leans forward on the edge of a ragged couch cushion and wipes the tears from her face with the sleeve of her t-shirt. Her hands are trembling and her fingernails are bloody and bitten to the quick. She takes a few short breathes and presses her hands into the smooth grain of the coffee table as she gets up.
The rapping comes again, louder, as she makes her way through the living room. She hasn't cleaned in days...weeks. There are bits of paper the cats have shredded scattered across the floor, a half eaten pizza atop the television from days ago, and her unopened school books are strewn across the coffee table.
She vaguely wonders if whoever is at the door will notice the stench of cat piss and rotted food emanating from her apartment.
She opens the door and it's not him. It's not who she had hoped it would be.
"Hey," she says.
He smiles a soft endearing smile and stands in her doorway. There's not any other way for him to act. Her shoulders roll in and her neck is craned towards the ground as though her spine might give way at any moment. There are pieces of wispy, half wet hair stuck to her face where she'd obviously been crying.
"Do you want to come in?" she asks.
"Yeah man," he answers and walks inside, brushing his fingers along her forearm as he passes by her. He steps over her books, reaches down and picks up a cat and sits down on the couch.
"Do you want some water? Or something else to drink?" she says.
"No, I'm fine," he answers. "How are you doing?"
She settles on the couch next to him and folds her arms over a half crooked leg. Leaning her head against one of her shoulder she says, "I'm doing okay. Simple mechanics, you know?"
"Yeah, sure," he says.
He doesn't know whether he should take his jacket off and get comfortable. Maybe she'd rather not have company. Maybe she wants him to stay. How is he supposed to know?
They stare at the blank television screen for a few moments until she reaches over and turns her radio on.
It hums out:
"I will be your accident if you will be my ambulance
And I will be your screech and crash if you will be my crutch and cast
And I will be your one more time if you will be my one last chance
oh fall for me"
He stretches his hand out toward her and gazes, unblinking into her hazel golden flicked eyes. She stares back at him, unaware of how much he sees when he looks at her.
"What?" she asks.
He leans toward her, so close that she can feel his breathe on her face.
"This," he says and takes her hand. He pulls her to her feet, wraps an arm around her, and they begin to sway to the music.
The cat leaps from the couch and skitters across her heels. She trips and mumbles, "sorry."
He laughs. "I know this is really bad timing and all," he whispers in her ear, "but I think I'm in love with you."
She ceases swaying and stares up at him. "Don't say that."
He places a finger over her lips and says, "Shhhh. Just dance."
He pulls her closer, so that he can feel her chest pressed against him. Each heart beat pulsates with the rhythm of the song. They continue to sway and dip around the cluttered living room and he sings along to the radio.
"Your slim frame
Your simple stare and your wrong, wrong name
Oh they keep me where I belong
All strung out in song"
He runs a hand over her cheek and tilts her head as he leans into her.
"Don't," she manages to squeak out.
The sharp consonant slips from her mouth, their lips connect and she begins to cry.
"Too much?" he asks.
"Too much," she answers with a nod.
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His arms are wrapped her and she breathes, slow, deep breaths, into the crevice of his neck.
"What are you thinking?" she asks.
He runs his thin, cold fingers down the side of her neck. "Can't you just appreciate the moment?" he says. "Why do you have to know what I'm thinking? Are you worried about what I might be thinking right now?"
She rubs her face against his collar bone and grips his upper arm. "No."
"Yes."
"I don't know."
He pushes her face into his chest and she is silenced for a moment. The whirl of the ceiling fan drowns out the quiet and the gentle purring at their feet deafens the monotony of it.
"What are we doing?" she asks, turning her head towards his.
He sits up, leaning over her, and looks into her eyes until she turns her head away. "I could tell you in a few words if you want."
"Well, yeah," she answers looking back at him.
"We're just being intimate. It's nothing romantic. We're just two people sharing an intimate moment."
"Okay," she says and he lies down, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her close to his frail body.
She runs her fingers through his hair, but stops when it feels thin and stringy, falling limply across her palm. She traces her finger across his shoulder, but the bone is angular and sharp, almost as though it would cut into her flesh.
She leans back and says, "Do you know why it's hard to be in a relationship? I mean, really BE in a relationship?"
"No," he says.
"It's just, you know when you're hanging out with someone and the entire time you're thinking of other things you could be doing? And you're worried about everything you might be missing out on?" she says, leaning away from him.
He stares at her and raises an eyebrow.
"Well, pretend you know what I'm talking about, because it furthers my point."
"Okay," he says and nods.
"Well, it's just I only want to spend time with people I don't feel like that with. It seems like a waste to do otherwise...I mean what if this is it? There's nothing more? You don't want to feel like you wasted time with people you didn't even want to be with."
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His eyes glisten and his head droops so that his hair falls across his face.
"Tell me," he says. "Tell me you didn't just use me to get over him."
They're standing in her doorway and she wishes she could just open the door and push him out. It's so difficult to feel these things.
"Not intentionally," she answers.
"Tell me you don't love me," he says. He's usually so suave, so sure of himself, and so well spoken, but the words quake from his lips.
She stares at him and tries to mouth the words.
"I can't," she says. "I can't do it."
He grips the doorknob and looks back at her. She always looks so sad.
"I keep trying to tell myself," He says, "that it was worth it just to hold your hand."
User Reviews
Submitted by Brdn_Nkd (user info) at 2006-02-08 13:05:26 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Shit sorry
Submitted by Brdn_Nkd (user info) at 2006-02-08 13:05:11 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Ok, writing for tonight's deadline. Your title is......
Soulmate, A Tale of Ninja Love
if that is absolutely unacceptable than use the alternate: The Tie That Binds
Submitted by Brdn_Nkd (user info) at 2006-02-08 11:51:14 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I think we do like Circe and The Caes did and pick titles for each other. we can stay with tonight's deadline if you want or pick another deadline.
Submitted by Brdn_Nkd (user info) at 2006-02-08 10:53:50 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
uh.... that's sposed to say loser not user. but if you're a fellow user than I'm a fellow.
Submitted by Brdn_Nkd (user info) at 2006-02-08 10:07:22 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
looking for a fellow user to throw down an UberTines consolation story. Interested?
Submitted by Embryo (user info) at 2006-02-06 01:37:07 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
"So I won't hesitate no more - no more, it can not, I'm sure, there's no need to complicate our time is short - this is our fate - I'm yours." Thank you Mr. Mraz.
And of course Ghola, well written.
Submitted by Bubba2341 (user info) at 2006-02-05 10:58:21 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Falco, why don't you crawl back up your daddy's asshole?
Submitted by Falco (user info) at 2006-02-05 07:57:30 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
AH!
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Submitted by simple_catalyst (user info) at 2006-02-05 02:18:10 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
the song lyrics are from TV on the Radio, you worthless fucks, ;)
oh, and ghola:
"
Give me the cost of the albatross
And wear it 'round your neck for size
Don't let it get you down
I'm looking inside your house
And oh and it smells so nice
Your house always looks so nice
Maybe they're twice as high laughing
Maybe the time is right you know
Promise me not to leave
I'm looking inside your brain
And christ, it's a cluttered mess
I love you, I must confess
La la la la la...
"
Submitted by MisterBadger (user info) at 2006-02-04 20:06:13 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I don't think anything I can do will make Davros lose, but I loved this.
Submitted by ghola (user info) at 2006-02-03 21:19:40 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by Bubba2341 (user info) at 2006-02-03 19:46:19 (#)
Ranking: 2
Considering the fact that I'm an old fuck, I don't know
if the below is a modern song lyric or if you wrote it.
Which is it? Either way, it kinda cool.
"I will be your accident if you will be my ambulance
And I will be your screech and crash if you will be my crutch and cast
And I will be your one more time if you will be my one last chance
oh fall for me"
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I wish I made the lyrics up.
It's tv on the radio, "ambulance."
tis quite good, give it a listen.
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2006-02-03 20:39:42 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by Bubba2341 (user info) at 2006-02-03 20:18:54 (#)
Ranking: 2
SUUURRRREEEEEEEEE he does!!
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* cough *
SLANDER!! I only want to make sure Ghola is doing okay. She seems troubled, you see, and may need comfort.
Okay, maybe we can play a little game called "Just the Tip," just to see how it feels. But that's it.
(blatantly stolen from the wedding crashers, which i think ghola hates)
Submitted by Bubba2341 (user info) at 2006-02-03 20:18:54 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2006-02-03 19:55:38 (#)
Ranking: 2
Yeah Ghola, I want to know about the song too.
I would also like to meet up with you at your earliest convenience, so I can give you a hug. You doing okay?
Er, I mean that in the least-stalky way possible.
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SUUURRRREEEEEEEEE he does!!
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2006-02-03 19:55:38 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Yeah Ghola, I want to know about the song too.
I would also like to meet up with you at your earliest convenience, so I can give you a hug. You doing okay?
Er, I mean that in the least-stalky way possible.
Submitted by Bubba2341 (user info) at 2006-02-03 19:46:19 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Considering the fact that I'm an old fuck, I don't know
if the below is a modern song lyric or if you wrote it.
Which is it? Either way, it kinda cool.
"I will be your accident if you will be my ambulance
And I will be your screech and crash if you will be my crutch and cast
And I will be your one more time if you will be my one last chance
oh fall for me"
Submitted by MistressFist (user info) at 2006-02-03 17:03:25 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Oh noes, another cock block on uber!
Submitted by Davros (user info) at 2006-02-03 16:54:54 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
This is my favourite so far.
Possibly because some parts hit close to home.
-Dave
Submitted by The_Yellow_Dart (user info) at 2006-02-03 14:22:24 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
One of your better ones, for sure.
Submitted by Sacrilicious (user info) at 2006-02-03 13:46:50 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
"I'm doing okay. Simple mechanics, you know?"
I'm looking forward to your moving on. I sometimes relate so much to the frustration and listlessness of your characters, that it's a bit of a personal challenge for me to read your stories. I'm interested in seeing what you have in store for us.
Submitted by Brdn_Nkd (user info) at 2006-02-03 12:11:13 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Ghola sent me a picture of her nekid: http://www.ubersite.com/m/83409
ghola, as always a pleasure to read your stuff. Is that a real song lyric? it might be a bit of a cop out to use a song lyric but this was kind of a tough title in my opinion, not that's really worth anything.
Submitted by simple_catalyst (user info) at 2006-02-03 12:02:13 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Why so tame
We could shoot wilder vines
Through younger veins
Sip slow from night's deep wells
And watch our gardens swell
Once the seeds are sown
Wild and overgrown, you'll see
Heart's colors changed like leaves
Submitted by inion_de_trua (user info) at 2006-02-03 11:50:54 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
caes is definitely right. very good.
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2006-02-03 11:45:58 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKINBOUT!!
Yay! This is the first story I've read of yours that actually has a visible thread going through it. I've mentioned before that most of your posts seem like dreamlike snapshots that are waaaayy open to interpretation...and while they're always good, it's nice to actually see you put together a full story (even if the subject matter is still alienation/lonliness/heartbreak. but then, it's ubertines).
I dig it, man. A lot of the little moments in this story hit sharply, like familiar jabs to the ribs. I think most people who read this will find something in it that reminds them of a not so pleasant moment of their past. And you reined in the surreality.
I kind of wish you worked the title in a bit better (i always thought that including a song lyric is a bit of a cop-out), but it still fits with your story. Other than that, aces.
Submitted by ghola (user info) at 2006-02-03 11:43:18 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
this is sort of the conclusion of everything i've been trying to write for a while now.
so, after this, i move on.
promise.
Submitted by weasul (user info) at 2006-02-03 11:42:58 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
meh.
Submitted by zoobie2000 (user info) at 2006-02-03 11:39:29 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
guess i have to +2 this but when you going to do something different?
Submitted by HighVoltage900 (user info) at 2006-02-03 10:42:16 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by Berty (user info) at 2006-02-03 08:44:13 (#)
Ranking: 2
Clean your apartment Ghola, and take a God damned shower.
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Hahahaha.
Submitted by fudgepacker (user info) at 2006-02-03 10:36:19 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
so yeah, i'm booking your flight to Laguardia as we speak.
you're coming in tomorrow at 4:30. i'll pick you up. we should be at my place by 5:30ish.
and then after we make out, you'll hop on the next plane out.
FUN!
Submitted by Ballare (user info) at 2006-02-03 10:04:58 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by ubetidid (user info) at 2006-02-03 09:19:14 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by redskieslookfake (user info) at 2006-02-03 09:00:59 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
His eyes glisten and his head droops so that his hair falls across his face.
"Tell me," he says. "Tell me you didn't just use me to get over him."
They're standing in her doorway and she wishes she could just open the door and push him out. It's so difficult to feel these things.
"Not intentionally," she answers.
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For a second, I felt that sentence hit home.
Submitted by redskieslookfake (user info) at 2006-02-03 08:46:36 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I'd love to go into this one - but not feeling like it right now
Submitted by Berty (user info) at 2006-02-03 08:44:13 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Clean your apartment Ghola, and take a God damned shower.
Submitted by TigerLilly (user info) at 2006-02-03 08:38:47 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
So sad. Poor guy.
Submitted by Nellypaal (user info) at 2006-02-03 08:33:06 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
Consistent