Since my last thread about Poetry/rap/rhyme can be qualified as an epic fail, and because i enjoy writing alot, i figured it was perhaps too much artsy-fartsy at once for this place.
So now i say its simply story-time!
No rules, no nothing (apart from the standard The Escapist ones ofcourse)!
Share a story if you want, and comment on the ones you read if you like or hate them.
And ofcourse, i'll hog the spotlight first by giving ya'll my story.
Its a story about love, hate, friendship, stupidity and boomerangs!
"Turkish Fruit"
I feel like an Australian right now. Abit like the stereotypical boomerang-wielding-Australian, but an Australian nonetheless.
To actually make some sense, i'll have to tell another story.
It all happened roughly 3 years ago.
I met this girl at my fraternity and right from the start she showed that she posesses a unique spark.
And it wasn't a subtle one at all, as she had hordes of cavemen lying at her feet.
I should've put some serious emphasis on lying, as most of them lied their asses off to get into her pants.
Sadly for her, she liked that attention, so their cheap tricks worked, yet something was missing, or actually there was much more to it then such a simple deduction, so it made me curious, a little intrigued, if you like.
How was it possible for someone who had so much more to offer, show so little of herself?
Was it a self-defence mechanism? Being naive? With each new question i asked myself, a dozen more rose from the back of my mind.
I started digging, digging for the truth. My urge to solve such puzzles, to uncover such truths, got me hooked faster then a newborn on his mother's milk.
In less then a year we've managed to become friends, good friends, close friends.
We shared quite a few personal stories and problems, ideas and opinions and she managed to give me the answers i craved, answers i promised not to share, as the story isn't really one of your average happy-ending-bedtime-stories.
Furthermore i've witnessed quite a few boyfriends of her, both come and go. Sometimes i even tried to reason her out of someone bad for her.
Untill one day, where she realised i was right and she decided to leave that guy, simply because he wasn't a challenge.
He loved her, he made her feel that way, but only when he felt like it and she knew she deserved more.
I helped her find a new place to stay and from that point on i became a fool, a love-blind nincompoop.
I wanted to love her, yet i found out that i wasn't honest to myself, to her.
I got jealous, i made demands, i hurt her and with that i hurt myself.
I ruined things before they actually where there.
I threw a boomerang with such force that it never returned and disappeared into the dark, seemingly forever lost.
The pain became too much and we lost contact.
I realised that i was broken, corrupt, rotten and needed to be fixed.
So we both went on with our lives in our own way, untill about a week ago.
There was a knock on my door. It was her.
Her last boyfriend broke things, in a similar way as i did back then.
She knew that i was back in action, enjoying life, having fixed myself.
Altho still scarred by the past, she knew i would understand her, so she told me her story.
We talked for about 6 hours and we both felt that our old connection was still there, despite the dents of the past.
The days after we continued to talk for absurdly long sessions, much to each of our enjoyment.
Now the next part of the story is where the Australian in me showed itself.
Two days after reconnecting, her ex sadly made things unpleasant and since i was invited to a party Saturday, i asked my friend if it was ok to take her with me, to have some fun and not be struck by the guilt that her ex tried to force-feed her.
And let me tell you something. I am a man of logic, but last night was a night that made me believe in magic, if only for a small moment.
It was arround 02:30, after having had one of the best parties in my life, the crowd wanted to hit the pub.
It was raining.
Gallons of that precious H2O liquid where pouring down to earth from the pitch-black sky, luke-warm & wet, cleansing and comforting like an everpresent blanket, and it made the sound as if millions of faucets where all dripping simultaniously and melodically like only nature's orchestra can achieve.
The rest of the fellowship ventured onwards into the distance, towards the center of the illuminated antheap, beckoning the both of us to join their quest for the search for entertainment. Still smiling and rather dumbstruck by the moment we yelled that we would follow soon, yet time told us a different version of the story.
Tears of regret rolled down our cheeks as we both plead to eachother what fools we've been in the past.
Followed by tears of joy that we both where here and now, enjoying life.
My hands softly brushing her hair and wiping the tears from her eyes.
My fingers slowly touched the skin on her face, playfully leaping from lip to lip.
Then i firmly, yet lovingly held her head and said "Look at me", and she looked up with a compassionate smile.
I joyfully smiled back at her and tried to explain that i couldn't be happier, but words couldn't describe how i felt, not this time.
So we kissed, passionately, standing in the middle of the road, rain still pouring down upon us and in that moment of space and time, i felt the magic and i realized that that boomerang i threw nearly 2 years ago managed to make a full circle arround the earth.
It was like in the book/movie "Turkish Fruit" (Turks Fruit in Dutch), where both lovers enjoyed the rain like it was the glue that bonded their love, their happiness.
So am i in love? Possibly. Does it matter? Not one bit!
Because i'm as happy as i've ever felt and that feeling is more then enough!
- Peter
So now i say its simply story-time!
No rules, no nothing (apart from the standard The Escapist ones ofcourse)!
Share a story if you want, and comment on the ones you read if you like or hate them.
And ofcourse, i'll hog the spotlight first by giving ya'll my story.
Its a story about love, hate, friendship, stupidity and boomerangs!
"Turkish Fruit"
I feel like an Australian right now. Abit like the stereotypical boomerang-wielding-Australian, but an Australian nonetheless.
To actually make some sense, i'll have to tell another story.
It all happened roughly 3 years ago.
I met this girl at my fraternity and right from the start she showed that she posesses a unique spark.
And it wasn't a subtle one at all, as she had hordes of cavemen lying at her feet.
I should've put some serious emphasis on lying, as most of them lied their asses off to get into her pants.
Sadly for her, she liked that attention, so their cheap tricks worked, yet something was missing, or actually there was much more to it then such a simple deduction, so it made me curious, a little intrigued, if you like.
How was it possible for someone who had so much more to offer, show so little of herself?
Was it a self-defence mechanism? Being naive? With each new question i asked myself, a dozen more rose from the back of my mind.
I started digging, digging for the truth. My urge to solve such puzzles, to uncover such truths, got me hooked faster then a newborn on his mother's milk.
In less then a year we've managed to become friends, good friends, close friends.
We shared quite a few personal stories and problems, ideas and opinions and she managed to give me the answers i craved, answers i promised not to share, as the story isn't really one of your average happy-ending-bedtime-stories.
Furthermore i've witnessed quite a few boyfriends of her, both come and go. Sometimes i even tried to reason her out of someone bad for her.
Untill one day, where she realised i was right and she decided to leave that guy, simply because he wasn't a challenge.
He loved her, he made her feel that way, but only when he felt like it and she knew she deserved more.
I helped her find a new place to stay and from that point on i became a fool, a love-blind nincompoop.
I wanted to love her, yet i found out that i wasn't honest to myself, to her.
I got jealous, i made demands, i hurt her and with that i hurt myself.
I ruined things before they actually where there.
I threw a boomerang with such force that it never returned and disappeared into the dark, seemingly forever lost.
The pain became too much and we lost contact.
I realised that i was broken, corrupt, rotten and needed to be fixed.
So we both went on with our lives in our own way, untill about a week ago.
There was a knock on my door. It was her.
Her last boyfriend broke things, in a similar way as i did back then.
She knew that i was back in action, enjoying life, having fixed myself.
Altho still scarred by the past, she knew i would understand her, so she told me her story.
We talked for about 6 hours and we both felt that our old connection was still there, despite the dents of the past.
The days after we continued to talk for absurdly long sessions, much to each of our enjoyment.
Now the next part of the story is where the Australian in me showed itself.
Two days after reconnecting, her ex sadly made things unpleasant and since i was invited to a party Saturday, i asked my friend if it was ok to take her with me, to have some fun and not be struck by the guilt that her ex tried to force-feed her.
And let me tell you something. I am a man of logic, but last night was a night that made me believe in magic, if only for a small moment.
It was arround 02:30, after having had one of the best parties in my life, the crowd wanted to hit the pub.
It was raining.
Gallons of that precious H2O liquid where pouring down to earth from the pitch-black sky, luke-warm & wet, cleansing and comforting like an everpresent blanket, and it made the sound as if millions of faucets where all dripping simultaniously and melodically like only nature's orchestra can achieve.
The rest of the fellowship ventured onwards into the distance, towards the center of the illuminated antheap, beckoning the both of us to join their quest for the search for entertainment. Still smiling and rather dumbstruck by the moment we yelled that we would follow soon, yet time told us a different version of the story.
Tears of regret rolled down our cheeks as we both plead to eachother what fools we've been in the past.
Followed by tears of joy that we both where here and now, enjoying life.
My hands softly brushing her hair and wiping the tears from her eyes.
My fingers slowly touched the skin on her face, playfully leaping from lip to lip.
Then i firmly, yet lovingly held her head and said "Look at me", and she looked up with a compassionate smile.
I joyfully smiled back at her and tried to explain that i couldn't be happier, but words couldn't describe how i felt, not this time.
So we kissed, passionately, standing in the middle of the road, rain still pouring down upon us and in that moment of space and time, i felt the magic and i realized that that boomerang i threw nearly 2 years ago managed to make a full circle arround the earth.
It was like in the book/movie "Turkish Fruit" (Turks Fruit in Dutch), where both lovers enjoyed the rain like it was the glue that bonded their love, their happiness.
So am i in love? Possibly. Does it matter? Not one bit!
Because i'm as happy as i've ever felt and that feeling is more then enough!
- Peter
