Tales of Endurance -Chapter 27 by glitter-gulch, literature
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Tales of Endurance -Chapter 27
Chapter Twenty Seven.
As soon as Frank was back at school, Gerard found himself falling back into old habits. Some days he would do nothing but stay indoors and sleep, simply because he felt he needed to. If he thought too much, he was sure he would go crazy. Other days when his mind was clearer, he'd sit at his desk with his sketchbook. Having something to show for his day made him feel a lot better. Too often when Frank would come over, he'd tell him all about his day at school, and Gerard would have nothing to tell him in return except that he'd slept through most of it.
One morning when he felt particularly good, however, unusually aler
Tales of Endurance -Chapter 26 by glitter-gulch, literature
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Tales of Endurance -Chapter 26
Chapter Twenty Six.
The thing Gerard remembered most about that summer was the grass tickling his neck. He was pretty sure he spent more time lying on lawns than he did upright, just lying there and squinting to avoid the sun.
Frank was always beside him, usually on his front with his head resting on his hands. Sometimes he'd read books, but most of the time he'd just try to read Gerard. He couldn't understand how the older boy could stand to lie outside in the heat for hours, since he was usually only ever dressed in various shades of black or dark blue, and nearly always securely zipped up in a jacket of some sort. Everything about his ap
Tales of Endurance -Chapter 25 by glitter-gulch, literature
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Tales of Endurance -Chapter 25
Chapter Twenty Five.
Paint dripped off the brush and landed in a dollop by his foot. Gerard leant down and scooped up the light green with his finger, wiped it on another old sheet and went back to staring at his bedroom wall. He wasn't sure he liked the colour, but it was different.
The paint fumes were intoxicating, and somehow he thought that decorating his tired bedroom would help ease his grief. Setting the brush on the paint lid, he sighed. He sat down on his bed and examined the paint-stained t-shirt he was wearing; two days of hard desperation smeared onto one piece of fabric. He tugged at it before clutching at his side, at the sha
Tales of Endurance -Chapter 24 by glitter-gulch, literature
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Tales of Endurance -Chapter 24
Chapter Twenty Four.
As Gerard replayed the night's events in his mind, he could feel blood pumping through his veins. For the first time, he could feel the satisfaction of a deep breath, and even in just that one second where he recalled the warmth of another's hands on his bare skin, he'd felt more alive and like himself than he had the entire past year. It had caught him off guard, to say the least. It felt so downright odd to feel so alive that he simply didn't know how to handle it.
He regretted freaking out in the way he had though, just leaving Frank feeling confused. He hadn't meant for that, but he hadn't felt for so long, hadn't e
The Golden Floor - Chapter 2 by glitter-gulch, literature
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The Golden Floor - Chapter 2
Two: Numb
It was the same every night. Instead of actually having a life, I'd obsess over Frank, obsess over someone I could never have, someone who didn't even exist. That was the most depressing part; he didn't even exist. He was a persistent regular in my dreams, but I had no idea where he came from. I didn't know him, had never met him, and as far as I was concerned, I'd never seen him before in my life. Never seen him, until he began appearing in my dreams almost every night
I wondered if I simply craved him, made him up in my mind as a way of filling some void in my chest.
Mikey left just after seven, leaving me with the remain
The Golden Floor - Chapter 1 by glitter-gulch, literature
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The Golden Floor - Chapter 1
One: Skin
"Hey, sleepy," he greeted softly from the doorway. I lifted my gaze to meet his, and he smiled broadly. "I got you some breakfast. Scrambled eggs and toast, just how you like them."
I lifted myself up from the bed covers and ran a hand over my face. My whole body felt so refreshed I could hardly believe it. Golden sun shone bright through the lightweight muslin curtains, dressing the scene in an ethereal light; the perfect setting, the perfect moment to spend with him. The usually off-white walls were tinted with patches of golden yellows. It was a summer's morning, I guessed, though I couldn't see past the curtains. As he drifted
Tales of Endurance -Chapter 27 by glitter-gulch, literature
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Tales of Endurance -Chapter 27
Chapter Twenty Seven.
As soon as Frank was back at school, Gerard found himself falling back into old habits. Some days he would do nothing but stay indoors and sleep, simply because he felt he needed to. If he thought too much, he was sure he would go crazy. Other days when his mind was clearer, he'd sit at his desk with his sketchbook. Having something to show for his day made him feel a lot better. Too often when Frank would come over, he'd tell him all about his day at school, and Gerard would have nothing to tell him in return except that he'd slept through most of it.
One morning when he felt particularly good, however, unusually aler
Tales of Endurance -Chapter 26 by glitter-gulch, literature
Literature
Tales of Endurance -Chapter 26
Chapter Twenty Six.
The thing Gerard remembered most about that summer was the grass tickling his neck. He was pretty sure he spent more time lying on lawns than he did upright, just lying there and squinting to avoid the sun.
Frank was always beside him, usually on his front with his head resting on his hands. Sometimes he'd read books, but most of the time he'd just try to read Gerard. He couldn't understand how the older boy could stand to lie outside in the heat for hours, since he was usually only ever dressed in various shades of black or dark blue, and nearly always securely zipped up in a jacket of some sort. Everything about his ap
Tales of Endurance -Chapter 25 by glitter-gulch, literature
Literature
Tales of Endurance -Chapter 25
Chapter Twenty Five.
Paint dripped off the brush and landed in a dollop by his foot. Gerard leant down and scooped up the light green with his finger, wiped it on another old sheet and went back to staring at his bedroom wall. He wasn't sure he liked the colour, but it was different.
The paint fumes were intoxicating, and somehow he thought that decorating his tired bedroom would help ease his grief. Setting the brush on the paint lid, he sighed. He sat down on his bed and examined the paint-stained t-shirt he was wearing; two days of hard desperation smeared onto one piece of fabric. He tugged at it before clutching at his side, at the sha
Tales of Endurance -Chapter 24 by glitter-gulch, literature
Literature
Tales of Endurance -Chapter 24
Chapter Twenty Four.
As Gerard replayed the night's events in his mind, he could feel blood pumping through his veins. For the first time, he could feel the satisfaction of a deep breath, and even in just that one second where he recalled the warmth of another's hands on his bare skin, he'd felt more alive and like himself than he had the entire past year. It had caught him off guard, to say the least. It felt so downright odd to feel so alive that he simply didn't know how to handle it.
He regretted freaking out in the way he had though, just leaving Frank feeling confused. He hadn't meant for that, but he hadn't felt for so long, hadn't e
The Golden Floor - Chapter 2 by glitter-gulch, literature
Literature
The Golden Floor - Chapter 2
Two: Numb
It was the same every night. Instead of actually having a life, I'd obsess over Frank, obsess over someone I could never have, someone who didn't even exist. That was the most depressing part; he didn't even exist. He was a persistent regular in my dreams, but I had no idea where he came from. I didn't know him, had never met him, and as far as I was concerned, I'd never seen him before in my life. Never seen him, until he began appearing in my dreams almost every night
I wondered if I simply craved him, made him up in my mind as a way of filling some void in my chest.
Mikey left just after seven, leaving me with the remain
The Golden Floor - Chapter 1 by glitter-gulch, literature
Literature
The Golden Floor - Chapter 1
One: Skin
"Hey, sleepy," he greeted softly from the doorway. I lifted my gaze to meet his, and he smiled broadly. "I got you some breakfast. Scrambled eggs and toast, just how you like them."
I lifted myself up from the bed covers and ran a hand over my face. My whole body felt so refreshed I could hardly believe it. Golden sun shone bright through the lightweight muslin curtains, dressing the scene in an ethereal light; the perfect setting, the perfect moment to spend with him. The usually off-white walls were tinted with patches of golden yellows. It was a summer's morning, I guessed, though I couldn't see past the curtains. As he drifted
Untitled Love Poem 12 by InLoveAndSqualor, literature
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Untitled Love Poem 12
And despite this awful wrenching love...
All I want to say to you is, I want more for you than me.
Because your happiness is more to me than mine.
Your happiness will force flowers to bud and open and bloom, force life into the most desolate of skies.
And for that I'll never hope to take you as mine.
Even if I had the guts to face the rejection, for you I'd die alone.
You are all flowing brooks and streams.
You're life, you are the greenness of trees.
And I am the ivy that clings and roots and chokes.
I am your suffocation and to me you're my forbidden hope.
Drowning Lessons ::Part 1:: by InLoveAndSqualor, literature
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Drowning Lessons ::Part 1::
You say you love me...
But that love... It's just not enough is it?
I say I love you but it's only words...
Our words make us feel like we're not apart completely.
But they're only words and they only ever will be while I'm not with you...
And sometimes they help and sometimes they make me sick inside, right down to the pit of my stomach.
Because I know they're only words and I know I can never actually be with you...
***
Frank stared with detachment over the dinner table, with the vacant stare of someone who dreamt of not being there in that moment at all.
'And what's stopping me? What's stopping us?' He entertained briefly; not all
Hello! :] She lives, yes. First of all, I'm sorry I disappeared for aaages - I needed a break from everything. I'm starting to get into some sort of routine again now though, and I'm hoping new year will get my writing kickstarted again. ToE is still ongoing, for those who are still interested, I will get it finished. And I've got a one-shot that's somehow getting really long...
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I don't know how many of you know/remember/care about Supergrass, but they broke up recently. After 17 years. They're one of the first bands I ever remember hearing about, when I was like, eight or something. They've always been around. So sad they're not gonna be writing any more! :[
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