Confused Realita

Summary: It’s a working title and (longer) short story. They are complete opposites that fall in love by accident. However, one night they have an arguement and decide perhaps it isn’t worth it. Although they continue to think about each other, they don’t get the chance to apologize before one moves away. When they come back, will the flames of love rekindle or flicker out?

When I was thirteen I met him. For two years we loathed each other, yet had to endure the company for mutual friends sake. Luckily it was only a rare occasion for I found him to be the most arrogant, rude, and selfish person I had ever laid eyes on (and his popularity only gave his ego an almost unbearable boost).

Women swooned over the deceiving words of his heart’s admittance; Dalton was a ladies man. Each week he would have a new person latched onto his arm like an accessory to match his shoes. At fifteen he boasted about losing his virginity to an older woman (which everyone knew was a probable possibility anyway). He became immortalized in the boys bathroom of Crenshaw with graffiti; it was the highest accomplishment for a sophomore (or anyone who wasn’t a senior for that matter).

My best friend, Janie, and his best friend, Henry, began dating the summer of our junior year. Due to these circumstances, Dalton and I began seeing one another more often (much to our discontent). The two of us were total opposites that clashed during every meeting.

A few months into their relationship, the pressure of sexual tension was too much for them and they decided it was time. They would leave the two of us alone (for a couple of hours) while they retreated to the bedroom. At first it was an incredibly awkward situation.

One night Dalton noticed my discomfort after they had left and (in a move slightly uncharacteristic of him) he began some small talk to lighten the mood. And he didn’t argue with me once.

Things became less dreadful between us afterwards. Within the course of a month, our small talk had transformed into intimate conversations about life, goals, and beliefs. I actually began enjoying his company.

Over time I could tell he had grown an attachment to me as well. However, we decided it was easier to keep up the act of hatred than explain our newfound friendship to others; we continued to masquerade our true feelings.

I didn’t approve of his philandering ways. As much as I adored him (perhaps even loved), I did not trust him. After watching his actions with other women, I knew we couldn’t ever be involved. I knew things between us would only eventually end in heartache.

Once (when we were left alone one night) he asked if I wanted to give it a try.

“Give what a try?” I asked slowly; uncertainly. Back then I was naïve (perhaps I still am). Although I wasn’t entirely sure what he was asking, I did have some sort of inkling as to what it was. I shifted around on the brown suede couch uncomfortably.

“What they’re doing.” He whispered while giving a small nod in the direction of the door they were behind. His eyes never left my own.

My face was redder than it probably ever had (and has ever) been in my life. I shook my head furiously and exclaimed in shock, “No!” The thought of such a proposition horrified me. What kind of girl did he see me as?

Of course he tried all of the cliché lines that one would expect a womanizer to say. “I don’t just want to do it for fun. I actually like you.”

For a moment I had my doubts, but I didn’t cave. He seemed a little angry, which upset me. Did he really think me that easy? And did he honestly find our friendship so easy to throw away for one night of sex? It was at that moment I decided to forget about Dalton Dale Cromwell.

To be continued… (eventually)…

Summary: I was bored and depressed.

Each day my heart sinks further into the depths like a rock sinks into the ocean. The voice that calls out for help, to anyone, is muffled by the sound of the waves. They miss these desperate pleas, but how can anyone expect to be heard from so far off shore?

Summary:  Considering I haven’t posted anything for awhile (nor have I written anything things have been so hectic), I’ve decided to post of something I wrote a long time ago.  This was going to be the prologue to a novel I had wanted to write, but never seemed to get around to it. Maybe one day I’ll do something with it (which if I do it will go under a MAJOR rewrite and not posted up here :p), but as of now it’s just going to sit there.

Long ago Arthenway was a beautiful land watched over by the gods where the humans and the fae lived together peacefully. It was a rich and prosperous time for both beings. However, relations became strained when the humans could no longer contain the animosity they had always felt towards the faes magic abilities and immortality.

The humans bitter resentment grew into pure hatred and they would stop at nothing to prove they had just as much, if not more, power. There was nothing the fae could do to satisfy their former allies. The humans were intent on finding some way to weaken, control, or even destroy the magical creatures. The king of the humans, King Addo, following the advice of his royal advisor, Lord Demyan, declared war on the fae.

Blood stained the fields of Gordiel and bodies of the humans piled high. Flowers withered and trees died. As the land suffered, the full-blooded fae slowly began transforming into bloodthirsty savages craving flesh off the bones of the wounded. Only the fae with human or god ancestry flowing through their veins could, with painstaking effort, hold onto their sanity.

Noticing the drastic change in the fae as well as the overwhelming decrease of human soldiers, King Addo decided it was time to retreat. However, before he could issue the command, his life was taken by Lord Demyan. With the crown now under his control, Lord Demyan continued the attack on the fae with hopes that destroying the land would eventually wipe out their entire existence. Unable to keep silent any longer, the gods descended upon them.

Outraged at both the humans and the fae, they created a veil of separation to divide the two. Only the gods themselves or their descendants could pass through to the other side of the veil. They explained unless Arthenway was nurtured back to health the fae would continue to be ravenous wild beasts. The veil would automatically drop once the land was bestowed back to its former glory and relations between the two were repaired.

The fate of the fae was now in the hands of the humans and this pleased Lord Demyan. He ordered his citizens to keep the land in violent disarray. Attempting to restore peace would be a crime punishable by death.