Two things: I'm still a little bit undecided on what I want to work on next... so, here they are. If you are a fan you may try to sway me, but I doubt that will work.. haha. I'll probably end up taking on the newer of the two, but here we go:
The, "He Got To Me," re-write, I've barely even started on that story, I think I only have two little pages started so there will be a ton of writing before I even dream of posting. But it will follow a more strict romance, that I am comfortable with.
Trials of Boredom is the working title for the moment - although it sounds too "epic" for what the story will be about...
Sitting across from the empty desk, I couldn’t help smirking at the pictures on it. Not because they were funny, not because there were anything extraordinary about them at all. They were just familiar and that meant that I was awaiting yet another lecture that I wouldn’t listen to. Nothing would change, there wouldn’t be an epiphany at the end. I would walk out the same way I walked in, with a smirk on my face.
“Jackson Greene,” Principal Welker snarled as he entered the cramped office. I could hear his secretary punching away on her loud cheap keyboard just down the hall.
“Steven Welker,” I responded leaning back in the low-backed uncomfortable chair. The legs were set too wide for me to prop it up onto two feet, I knew that would just upset him more than he already was.
I heard him grunt when he heard his first name. I knew I was pressing my luck a little, his face had reddened and the vein on his forehead was becoming more prominent by the second. I didn’t know what the big deal was, exactly. This was High School and I was a senior, a little fooling around never hurt anything, or anyone. Nothing could touch us, not anything that would last. The rest of the world envied us for our youth and limited to no responsibilities. I didn’t do anything different than anyone else.
“I’ve called your parents, we will wait,” he announced not smiling as he rested his hands on the desk in front of him.
“Fine with me,” I said shrugging as I saw his jaw clench and then relax.
“You could do some homework while we wait,” he countered pointing to the desk off to the corner by the small bookcase that had old yearbooks usually stacked neatly and organized by year. He hadn’t noticed that I scrambled them yet and I wondered if he would.
“Don’t have any,” I commented glancing over his head and out the open window. I could just see the maintenance man mowing the lawn out by the flagpole.
“If your grades weren’t near perfect I would assume you were lying,” he said sighing. I could almost hear the, “but you’re a good student, why can’t you follow rules,” lecture in my head, but he seemed to have given up on that approach.
We both stared across the desk, neither of us backing down. I could tell the easy grin bothered him. Over the years he tried to intimidate me with threats of calling my parents. They all went to this very school together, went to church together on Sunday. I wasn’t afraid of him, like I said he could do nothing to change me. No one could, I am all about having fun.
“That almost sounded like a compliment Steven,” I said smiling when his eyes blinked.
“Principal Welker,” he corrected, “if you continue to disrespect me you will have detention on top of everything else.”
I shrugged knowing I pushed him just as far as I wanted as the door opened and I could instantly smell my mother’s perfume. She worked as one of the top managers of the only real business in town that mattered. Everything else was fastfood or banks. It was still a factory that made commercial sinks and washing machines, but most of the town was employed to work there in some fashion.
“Jackson Austin Greene,” she hissed as soon as she entered the already cramped space. I looked up as she stepped around the second chair and took a seat beside me. Dad followed her in and hovered on the other side of her, not having a seat to sit in.
Next is, "Curse of Love," which I have shared bits of in the past, but they have fallen to the wayside and I've done some re-writing to make the story more... put together than what it was at first. I think it will be fun to write, but I'm not sure I have the lasting motivation for it... either. Especially if it isn't all that well received.
“Oh my he’s at it again,” Mary said as she looked down at her son. He entered his dorm room, after the last day of finals before the summer. Gently pushing a brunette, both of them staggering towards the bed as they kissed. “I can’t watch, tell me when it is over.”
“If it’s anything like last time it won’t take long,” Ruth countered stifling a laugh as she pushed her daughter Mary out of the way.
“I can’t believe you can watch,” she said, “he is your grandson.”
“They always pull the sheets over themselves poppet,” she said, “and it isn’t like we haven’t all done it.”
“Not four times in one week I assure you,” Mary groaned as she clasped her hands over her eyes. “Don’t watch them Mother, please!”
“Oh alright,” Ruth said as she turned away from the window-like screen. They sat on a comfortable couch overlooking Craft University, the largest Engineering college in the south. It was also conveniently located close to the beach in southern Florida.
“The ole boy at it again?” Cliff asked, looking over his wife and daughter’s expressions. His wife, Ruth looked amused. Mary though, was shaken, her cheeks flushed.
“This has to be my fault,” Mary sighed, “a new girl every night, reckless, high spirited.”
“Intelligent, attractive, Mary you died when he was just eleven years old,” Ruth soothed reaching over to pat her daughter. “Your James died in the war and we died before he was born, it is not our faults.”
“I should have been there, I should be there now,” Mary countered tears welling up around her lower eyelids.
“Be kind of awkward with you there at the moment dear,” Ruth countered, “don’t think he’d want you barging in on him right now.”
“Mother I wish you would take this more seriously, we’ve seen his future,” Mary argued, “we know what he will become if he doesn’t stray down a different...”
“We know,” Cliff said, “we do worry about the boy, but he is still just a boy.”
“He will grow out of it,” Ruth added, “James did, didn’t he?”
“Where is James anyway?” Mary asked looking around for her husband. She was pregnant when he was deployed. She didn’t know it herself, but it soon became apparent to her. She didn’t want to surprise James over the phone, they rarely talked while he was away. Mary took for granted that he would be returning, like all the other times. It wasn’t meant to be, she was going on five months pregnant when she got the call that he had died in battle. Councilors on base came by, but she dismissed them as she began to pack her things. No longer an Army wife, she had only a short time to get her affairs in order. She packed everything that belonged to them and moved back home, where she was raised.
“Here I am darling,” James said as he appeared in the room. “Did you call?”
“He’s at it again James,” Mary hissed pointing to the viewing window.
“You watch him like a hawk, you have been ever since we found his future,” James said walking over to sit between Mary and Ruth on the couch. Cliff looked around and pointed to a bare area in the room. A fluffy chair formed and he took his seat, the small family shared different expressions.
“We were just telling her that he will grow out of it,” Ruth explained turning around to peek through the window again.
“Mother please!” Mary shrieked and Ruth slid the curtain closed, covering the view of the young couple below.
“His future can change,” James said putting his arm around Mary and holding her close. Something she missed so strongly when he had died, but it couldn’t soothe her now. The future they all saw seemed set in stone and it was dawning. They didn’t have much time before it began to take shape and nothing would stop the spiral.
“It is too close,” Mary whispered, “just too close.”
“What will you have us do Mary?” Ruth asked her eyes worried now as she looked at her daughter. “We’re up here and he is down there.”
“Not like we can intervene,” Cliff said, “he’ll be with us shortly and we can all be together.”
“James and I died, early, with a lot left unfinished,” Mary said looking at the closed viewing window again, tears falling down her face. It was a strange feeling to cry in heaven. It darkened the clouds around them and rained down on the people below.
“You’re ruining people’s evenings dear,” James sighed, feeling the weight of Mary’s grief on his heart.
“I don’t want him to be unhappy, I don’t want to see him turn away from himself, us,” Mary cried, “any more than he already has forgotten.”
“How do we stop him?” Cliff asked rubbing his temples. “The boy thinks with his penis as it is, every one of them do now days.”
“Definitely would have kept us younger longer if you had Cliff,” Ruth joked reaching across the small room to slap Cliff on the knee.
“Someone thought it was a sin to do it on Sundays,” Cliff countered, “you know I worked six days a week.”
“And I had a screaming, needy child and a house to tend to, along with Mary seven days a week,” Ruth snapped as James snickered and Cliff blinked, finally understanding what Ruth meant.
“You old stubborn goat,” Cliff barked, but with humor in his eyes. Ruth returned the smile calling him a pig.
“What if he didn’t think with his penis?” Mary asked a blush forming on her face, but it was a determined expression fighting against the embarrassment this time.
“Well it would do him a bit more good if he didn’t,” Ruth answered, “but the poor girls of Florida will be missing him dearly.”
“Mother,” Mary hissed.
“We can’t do anything, we shouldn’t do anything,” James countered careful not to upset Mary again. He was also confused by the sudden change from hopelessness to determination. It was a stark contrast from a few moments before and it was a look he knew well as a human and now as an angel.
“We can curse him, that will wake him up,” Mary countered pushing the curtains aside to look through the viewing window. The happy couple were now arguing and Mary watched in horror as her son picked up the young girl’s belongings and shoved them in her arms. The girl rushed off to the bathroom to put on her clothes. Another night of trickery and another night filled with her regrets. She had let a young man feed her false happiness for awhile at some bar. She took his bait and now she is cast off, like a week old newspaper.
“You can’t take a man’s penis away!” Cliff bellowed crossing his legs tight. Mary heard James suck in a breath and Ruth began to laugh.
“She’s not going to take the boy’s penis away, she might as well kill him,” Ruth said peeking over Mary’s shoulder to see the girl, her hair a mess slam the door to his dorm. They both watched as their son and grandson shrugged and slid back into bed. The room was ransacked with dirty laundry and fallen posters he had hung as the semester started. His second year of college already over and only three years left. It frightened Mary knowing only three years and she would not be able to recognize the fun and carefree son she watched grow up. She would look upon a battered man, by stress and an unhappy marriage to a woman he didn’t love. A child caught in the middle of all the screaming and drinking. No, she won’t watch him go down that path, not when there was still time for change.
“We can make him see, can’t we?” Mary asked, “a summer is all I ask.”
“You mean you really are going to take away his ability to, you know?” James asked putting his own legs together.
“Mary I know I never discussed the birds and the bees to you,” Ruth said, “but a man will find a way.”
“And there’s all kinds of things that can help a man along with that,” Cliff said shaking his finger, but not being able to remember any of the pills and creams.
“They even do it when we’re not even in the room,” Ruth added, “he does it three or so times a day.”
“And yet still feels the need to go out and find a one night stand,” Mary hissed staring down at her sleeping son. “If only he knew what it felt like to be used, to feel desperate for attention, to feel at a loss for something.”
“Make him ugly,” Cliff said, “but don’t take away his manhood.”
“I’m not taking just his manhood away,” Mary whispered and she held up her hand, pointing towards the viewing window. The window changed from something hard and clear to a rippling, like water and then vanished altogether.
“What are you doing, Mary?” Ruth asked, “James stop her!”
“No James,” Mary said, “he needs to know what true happiness is, he needs to know love.”
“He has time for all that,” James countered as blue sparks formed at Mary’s finger tips. She closed her eyes.
“Three years,” Mary whispered, “not enough time.” Then a bolt of blue shot from her hand and hit her son square on the chest. She was then muscled from the viewing window as it returned and everyone looked on in horror. A still figure unaware of the miraculous change slept. There was a rumble in the small room, but Mary heard none of it. They all pleaded with her to change him back, but miraculous things didn’t happen that way. Mary confirmed it when she flipped the viewing window to her son’s future and it was black again. Yet to be determined, like it was before that horrible day it began to play for them.
“How long Mary?” James asked her, his eyes wide with fear and frustration. “How long did you curse him?”
“The summer,” Mary whispered, “If he doesn’t know love by then he will remain as he is.”
“He’ll go mad!” Ruth countered reaching over to shake Mary from her stunned state of mind. “He won’t find love, you don’t know what you’ve done!”
“Pup you will never be as selfish again as you are today,” Cliff sighed, “and I do hope you know what you are doing.” And the four of them waited in silence for the sunrise and the alarm clock to sound.
--- Some backstory --- Since the prologue is vague and unlike the rest of the story, the Mother curses her son. Gives him the summer to 'fall in love' or to at least understand what that is. She fears that her death and the death of all of his other caregivers have somehow scarred him from ever knowing what love entails.. what if feels like. Anyway, she curses him, he wakes up completely different than what he is now... And he will have the summer to fight the curse/change back, or remain as he is. Either way, it changes his future path, which is what Mary wants most.
I've been sitting on this story for awhile, so. There are.. the Pro, Chapter 1, and Chapter 2 written. At least a little farther along. I don't feel that it will be a large project, 10 - 15 chapters at the most. Where as, the Trials of Boredom may be longer around the 20 - 25 chapter range, just because the progression and type of story has more time to develop at this point.
Anywho, just wanting to show y'all what I'm thinking about. Even this topic has went a bit dead for me.. I hope I haven't scared people off my writing completely.
Edited by Krista, July 14, 2015 - 09:22 PM.