Onime No
10-15-2004, 02:32 PM
A Short Story You Guys......this was done in the span of......an hour....lol....enjoy....
it was past midnight, Ronnie had been staring at his journal for hours. His thoughts ravaged inside of his head looking for answers that he could no longer find. The rain had become a detterant as it tapped on his window. The lightening and thunder harmonized with the tapping, and as the storms heartbeat began to hasten Ronnie took another shot of vodka. He was ignoring his duties, feeling as if his entire body was lifeless, and undeserving of being granted that soft miracle. The lightening began to fade with the clouds and soon the tapping grew even louder. Ronnie's empty room became less than an abode. It caged him in as it devoured his spirit. Ronnie grabbed the bottle as he stood up from the remaining piece of furniture he had left, his office desk. His feet dragged on the image-filled floor. All he could see was her, and the lost visions of a past he could no longer indulge in. He drank more vodka as a feeling of grievance embraced him; It acted as a cushion as he began to lose conciousness. He drifted not remembering that the bed was no longer going to catch his fall. As he began to converse with the floor the pictures that had noce surrounded the floor began to float in the air. Ronnie slightly opened his eyes, and with each glimpse of a picture, a scenario took shape. He blinked a few times thinking that the illusions were just part of temporary insanity. Ronnie peeked at a picture with her grasping him from behind. He smiled as the events leading to the picture began. She was kissing him and he was busy writing another portion to a short story that would never finish. The question came abruptly as he stopped and looked at her.
"We don't have any pictures of eachother. I always see pictures of you and your old friends or girlfriends everywhere, but you know what I'm the present and future so where the hell is my picture at damnit!" she exclaimed.
Ronnie turned back to his writing as his hands finished the last sentence. He smiled at her and motioned to the camera. She became giddy as she hopped off the bed and grabbed the camera. She hugged him tightly as the sounds of love became an aura around them. She smiled as she pointed the camera toward them, and with a click the flash captured the moment that Ronnie would try his best to keep with him. The moment began to fade into black, and the day dream began to crumble in front of Ronnie's eyes.
Ronnie turned his head as tears began to fall, but as soon as he turned his head a picture of a park stared at him. He panicked but as he did his eyes were transfixed on the picture. He began to close his eyes, and suddenly he could see the park where they took their first walk. He saw when he reached for her and when she complained and wanted him to sit next to her. He saw when he compromised and said we sit, then later we walk and talk. I began to mouth the conversation his pictorial half was having with her.
"Where my biscuits, with macaroni and cheese, mashed potatoes, and corn at, Soul Food? You slippin." they said together. Ronnie was amazed that it was happening exactly as he remembered it. He turned to her awaiting the answer that he would always get.
"Shit, I aint ya slave nigga, you better make that shit yourself!" he said with her. Ronnie laughed quietly as he saw himself grab the camera out. He always knew that she was camera shy with pics of just herself. He remembered them struggling as she tried to grab the camera, and through all the struggling all he could do was tickle and kiss her. He looked at the vision and remembered her quitting and posing. He made motions of taking the picture as he saw it happen.
Ronnie's tears began to increase and he couldnt barely move. The dream turned to black and as it dissolved into the air, Ronnie began to loss himself. He felt himself slipping away. He looked around and grabbed the pics closest to him. He began to cry louder, and as it felt as if no more tears could fall, Ronnie was attacked. Ronnie siezured as he stayed in his laying down position. He couldnt move as his own vomit began to devour his breath. Ronnie tried to crawl back toward the desk, but the pictures slowed him down. Ronnie could feel his final pushes of breath leave his body willingly. He tried to climb the desk as oxygen began to hit his throat, but the table leg folded and as Ronnie hit the floor a letter fell from the top of the desk. Ronnie tried to grab it desperately wanting to change some of the wording, but before he could grab the letter his last breath left him. Ronnie's eyes slipped backward and his body became cold,and as the letter graced itself onto Ronnie's lips, the wind blew and carried the sounds of the letter to life.
Hey,
I know that things are down now, and that you may hate me. But there's no reason for it, we could'vd worked through it together. But you didnt want to hear what I had to say. I haven't done anything but love you, i always have and I always will. The only thing I have to say is that my broken face, can't handle the way how you can hurt me anymore. I hope you find someone that you feel more comfortable with and what not, but what I do know is that you will miss me later and when you want me back it will be too late.
Love,
Ronnie
The wind began to settle as keys rattled at the front door. She had been crying for the past hour, but she did not expect to see what was lying on the floor. She crept inside of the empty dark apartment and looked around. At first she could not see anything; the storm had calmed down and the tapping had stopped. She struggled to find the lightswitch, occassionaly tripping over the photos on the floor.
"Ronnie? Ronnie, where are you? I was just coming by so I could probably talk to you, but I guess you are probably sleep," she sobbed.
She finally reached the light switch and as she turned the lights on her nose caught something foul in the air. She turned around to find Ronnie's body near the desk, covered with vomit and old pictures. She saw the letter on top of him, and as she began to cry immensely she started to read the letter.
it was past midnight, Ronnie had been staring at his journal for hours. His thoughts ravaged inside of his head looking for answers that he could no longer find. The rain had become a detterant as it tapped on his window. The lightening and thunder harmonized with the tapping, and as the storms heartbeat began to hasten Ronnie took another shot of vodka. He was ignoring his duties, feeling as if his entire body was lifeless, and undeserving of being granted that soft miracle. The lightening began to fade with the clouds and soon the tapping grew even louder. Ronnie's empty room became less than an abode. It caged him in as it devoured his spirit. Ronnie grabbed the bottle as he stood up from the remaining piece of furniture he had left, his office desk. His feet dragged on the image-filled floor. All he could see was her, and the lost visions of a past he could no longer indulge in. He drank more vodka as a feeling of grievance embraced him; It acted as a cushion as he began to lose conciousness. He drifted not remembering that the bed was no longer going to catch his fall. As he began to converse with the floor the pictures that had noce surrounded the floor began to float in the air. Ronnie slightly opened his eyes, and with each glimpse of a picture, a scenario took shape. He blinked a few times thinking that the illusions were just part of temporary insanity. Ronnie peeked at a picture with her grasping him from behind. He smiled as the events leading to the picture began. She was kissing him and he was busy writing another portion to a short story that would never finish. The question came abruptly as he stopped and looked at her.
"We don't have any pictures of eachother. I always see pictures of you and your old friends or girlfriends everywhere, but you know what I'm the present and future so where the hell is my picture at damnit!" she exclaimed.
Ronnie turned back to his writing as his hands finished the last sentence. He smiled at her and motioned to the camera. She became giddy as she hopped off the bed and grabbed the camera. She hugged him tightly as the sounds of love became an aura around them. She smiled as she pointed the camera toward them, and with a click the flash captured the moment that Ronnie would try his best to keep with him. The moment began to fade into black, and the day dream began to crumble in front of Ronnie's eyes.
Ronnie turned his head as tears began to fall, but as soon as he turned his head a picture of a park stared at him. He panicked but as he did his eyes were transfixed on the picture. He began to close his eyes, and suddenly he could see the park where they took their first walk. He saw when he reached for her and when she complained and wanted him to sit next to her. He saw when he compromised and said we sit, then later we walk and talk. I began to mouth the conversation his pictorial half was having with her.
"Where my biscuits, with macaroni and cheese, mashed potatoes, and corn at, Soul Food? You slippin." they said together. Ronnie was amazed that it was happening exactly as he remembered it. He turned to her awaiting the answer that he would always get.
"Shit, I aint ya slave nigga, you better make that shit yourself!" he said with her. Ronnie laughed quietly as he saw himself grab the camera out. He always knew that she was camera shy with pics of just herself. He remembered them struggling as she tried to grab the camera, and through all the struggling all he could do was tickle and kiss her. He looked at the vision and remembered her quitting and posing. He made motions of taking the picture as he saw it happen.
Ronnie's tears began to increase and he couldnt barely move. The dream turned to black and as it dissolved into the air, Ronnie began to loss himself. He felt himself slipping away. He looked around and grabbed the pics closest to him. He began to cry louder, and as it felt as if no more tears could fall, Ronnie was attacked. Ronnie siezured as he stayed in his laying down position. He couldnt move as his own vomit began to devour his breath. Ronnie tried to crawl back toward the desk, but the pictures slowed him down. Ronnie could feel his final pushes of breath leave his body willingly. He tried to climb the desk as oxygen began to hit his throat, but the table leg folded and as Ronnie hit the floor a letter fell from the top of the desk. Ronnie tried to grab it desperately wanting to change some of the wording, but before he could grab the letter his last breath left him. Ronnie's eyes slipped backward and his body became cold,and as the letter graced itself onto Ronnie's lips, the wind blew and carried the sounds of the letter to life.
Hey,
I know that things are down now, and that you may hate me. But there's no reason for it, we could'vd worked through it together. But you didnt want to hear what I had to say. I haven't done anything but love you, i always have and I always will. The only thing I have to say is that my broken face, can't handle the way how you can hurt me anymore. I hope you find someone that you feel more comfortable with and what not, but what I do know is that you will miss me later and when you want me back it will be too late.
Love,
Ronnie
The wind began to settle as keys rattled at the front door. She had been crying for the past hour, but she did not expect to see what was lying on the floor. She crept inside of the empty dark apartment and looked around. At first she could not see anything; the storm had calmed down and the tapping had stopped. She struggled to find the lightswitch, occassionaly tripping over the photos on the floor.
"Ronnie? Ronnie, where are you? I was just coming by so I could probably talk to you, but I guess you are probably sleep," she sobbed.
She finally reached the light switch and as she turned the lights on her nose caught something foul in the air. She turned around to find Ronnie's body near the desk, covered with vomit and old pictures. She saw the letter on top of him, and as she began to cry immensely she started to read the letter.