I replied, “I slept fine, it felt like I slept for several years.”
She shook her head smiling, “well don’t be a silly sweetheart. It’s only been just a day.”
I giggled. “I was kidding. It would be nice to sleep a couple though wouldn’t it?” I asked.
She turned around and carried a plate of powdered eggs, bacon and a glass of milk, “sure. I guess that would be nice.”
Like before and all the other days I had the powdered eggs, I leaped in with disgust from the putrid watery flavor.
I said, “I am going to go out today and see if Tommy wants to hang out. I feel so bored, I literally have nothing to do.”
My mom remarked, “of course. He should be next door today. His parents are out of town for a while, I suppose it would be good to cheer him up.”
I nodded my head and devoured the meal. I stood up, and brought my plate and glass to the sink, and didn’t mind washing them and on my way out.
I ran out the door, feeling nine again. I found myself out in the bright and beautiful sun. It seemed almost perfect.
I walked over to Tommy Bombardi's house. The Bombardi family was well known to have connections with the government of Unity. For some reason, I haven’t seen Tommy’s mother for a long time but can recall seeing his father once several weeks ago.
I knocked on his door. It slid over and opened, and I was greeted by Tommy.
“He dude, what’s going on? Want to watch a movie or something?” he asked.
I noticed large bruises all over his face.
I said, “well yeah man. What’s going on with your face though? It must hurt.”
He replied, “I don’t know man. I woke up like this. I called the doctor, and he prescribed me these pills. They are in a bright red bottle, blue in color. Told me I was sick and they would help. I noticed you have some serious bruising yourself.”
Suddenly, my body started to shutter. Flashes of memory flew through my mind, first Rose’s Motel, an older woman, a girl with pretty eyes, a bottle of blue pills in a red bottle, and a doctor. It all flashed, and I caught myself before I began to fall.
“I am okay, I am fine,” I said.
Tommy seemed concerned, “dude, you are going through the same thing I went through. I felt like I was daydreaming and all that, seeing things that never happened. Here take one of these.”
I felt it was okay, if he was okay, I mine as well try one too. I took one from his hand as he emptied the bottle into his other hand and took a mouthful.
I placed it on my tongue and swallowed.
The sky is a pretty blue today. The clouds are large and white. The trees have ridged old trunks, and the grass is green. When it rains, droplets clear as glass fall from the sky. There is the sun, there's only ever been one. We live on Earth, and the world is far more significant than anything I have ever seen. The government is Unity, and I am in school. I am nine. I am Luis Phillips.
The world, was just as it seemed.
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Preview
I wanted to write a love story. A story that could never be told but from the utmost truth. There is a fine line between every transparent ordeal we witness from day to day life. From heartbreak, to inspiration and lust… all subjecting the feeling of euphoria and pain.
The question is always the same. How do we break that pain and euphoria from each other? How do we pull them apart from that fine line that revolved from that heartbreak, inspiration and lust.
What follows in the next pages is an experimental account of what may or may not be in that of the definition of beauty.
A story that from the heart has inspired my next forthcoming novel “Sam Victrian”, a novalary classic of romance and thriller. Aside the fact that this future story doesn’t match that theme of the prior series, I felt that the most interesting things to read are those that are which are not planned or ordinary, but different in a revolutionary sense. This is the story you won’t read when you read Sam Victrian. This is the untold story of heartfelt feelings, that one feels when they feel alone in the night. I have learned a great deal about letting go and forgiveness, just never forget there is never a wrong time to look towards becoming a better person.
Parker J. Fentress
Sentiment
It was two a.m. when he rolled into his long driveway. It was frigid out, and his breath could be seen pulsing in and out between his lips as he shuffled to his doorsteps.
The moon was brit lightly and passed a flare of white across the grass and the treetops. One might guess that it was the day.
He sat down on the steps, and lit his cigarette in between his fingers, sucking in ever so lightly to ignite the pulp in paper. His mood was still, and his weight bared down on him like the stresses of the world had finally released.
He thought about that boy, that he fell in love with during that year. Remembering that boy and oh how he was taken by that boy.
He is called Sam, and that boy has no name. Sam sat on his steps, still — smoking reminding himself that it was over. To think that just a year had gone by, that Sam and that boy were together and in love, it was sad to Sam how quickly it passed.
He had no words for how hurt he was, like sadness that had fueled anger, and caused him to make many mistakes.
It was still two a.m., and Sam still sat. He reminisced on the memories of how he had met that boy one summer day, and how he had picked him up on his first date.
Sam wasn’t sure what to expect, he wasn’t even sure if he would be liked, but he went with it anyway. That boy when Sam arrived, stood on his doorsteps peering out, like that of reassurance that he would make it to the car door.
Sam remembered how he tried to remain calm, how he tried to see to it that, the boy be like any other friend at that moment.
They were going to see a movie.
Even though that Sam was afraid, he could hear his heartbeat every moment as that boy walked closer and closer to the black car door.
The sun was lit warmly that day, and the wind blew ever so slightly, that the boy ran his hands through his glossed color hair, and pushed it over to the side.
The boy was skinny, his arms thin and his legs tall. His face was milk-white, and his jaw was structured perfectly. Like that of perfect beauty and attraction, that of his symmetry matched that so well.
The door slides open, as the boy pulled up on the handle, and quickly sat in trying not to fall on the edge of the seat. He said to Sam, “Hey.”
Sam took another breath, and he talked quickly and fast trying to almost investigate the boy that Sam little knew he would soon be within love.
They drove down the road, listening to tunes that the boy had never heard. Tunes that only Sam would listen to.
Sam admired and missed the smile on that boys face. The way his cheeks crinkled whenever he smiled, and how his eyes squeezed shut in the joy.
It was two thirty in the morning, and Sam was halfway through his drags. His head became dazed, and he trembled at the thoughts and memories of his past experience with the boy.
They had gone to that movie, and to many movies after that. They both kept track of how many days, how many weeks and how many months they had been together.
So many smiles, and so many kisses, so many mornings where Same woke up in that boy's arms. He never really knew what that was for the first time until he met that boy.
Time had passed so fast, and Sam hadn’t appreciated it at the moment. There were so many times he tried hard to keep it going, to keep the attraction alive by going out and doing things. He thought that meant that being together was the bigger picture but he was wrong.
Despite having lost that boy weeks ago, Sam still missed him, yet hated him. He hated that he had tried so hard to keep thing
s alive, that he had lost it all.
He missed that boys smile and missed having that boy’s arms around him. Most of all he missed being able to ask him how he was or to see what was on his mind.
Pictures could never equate to the good times spent together. There was nothing that could summarize a years time with one person.
Sam cared so much for that boy even still missing and hating him so, he felt sorry and mad at himself because of how bad he had done. The words said, the feelings hurt, it was never meant to be true. It was never supposed to be that way.
Sam let go, it was three in the morning, and the moon still lit like the sun, he put out his cigarette and entered his dark home alone with the substance on his mind.
He always meant well, even when he lost his temper. Sam always cared and always will about that boy he loved so much. He will always still be left wondering, what had happened at that moment the boy let go of him.
He wishes he could go back, he always will, but that is a tune Sam will sing until the end of days.
The boy in the coffee shop behind the counter smiles attentively for all his customers. He is happy in his own way, spreading positivity with all he can with the appreciation for all things good.
Sam wonders, does that boy still remember that first date, and how he felt before he left his home? Sam wishes he could say he was sorry, but there wasn’t a way he could.
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