My presence echos through the high-ceilinged box he willingly called his own, disturbing the long-dormant silence. A layer of dirt blankets the walls and floors of cement, but the pattern on the bottom of his running shoes still linger as imprints in the dust. Sunlight wanders in from the small window overhead, allowing drifting particles to twinkle and the bars of the open jail cell cast striped shadows across the ground. The bike in the corner is an eyesore, a hunk of rusted metal, twisted spokes, and bald tires he cherishes so dearly. A polaroid snapshot of a young girl is taped to the handle: it's the only evidence of film within miles of this wasteland. It [the bike] is his ticket out of this abandoned prison, away from this ghost town, yet he still remains its only prisoner.
Pretty mediocre but idek man he's the protagonist of the zombie story I'll be writing for my term-end chapbook presentation so I figured I'd get to know him.
One of my five-year-old sisters heard her name called from upstairs. "I'll be right back, my friend is calling me." I raise an eyebrow and ask if she means her sister. "Oh yeah, right, my sister." And that, my friends, is your aww moment of the day.
Every time I step foot in the door, whether it's home from work or school, the only thing my mother ever greets me with is how badly her day went and the things she had to go through and how life is terrible, and the only thing I find more depressing than the fact she's in all actuality not exaggerating and is completely justified in her depression is the fact that I realize if I ever heard her ask how my day went, and if I could answer that question without fear of rant or repercussion or lecture on how I shouldn't dare break down and cry about anything--about stress, about life, about having this weight on my shoulders that hasn't been absent since I was a young child--because her stress right now is much, much worse and I don't even know the meaning of the word, my day would be made infinitely better. Tonight, I need to do homework and make dinner and scrub the cat vomit from the stair carpet and wash the dishes and collect the trash/recycling from every room and set out said trash/recycling to the curb and floss/brush the twin sisters' teeth and try to get to bed at a reasonable time to get up at eight and open the store at nine. For the past several days I have had two small holes in my cheek to either side near my second molars making them four in total--they hurt so much I can barely yawn or chew or laugh or smile right but they're healing slowly and I'm not even sure what caused them in the first place but all I know now is that even typing the phrase 'small holes' sets off my trypophobia. I am wearing socks indoors because I haven't taken them off since I got home and I hate wearing socks indoors but I do it because taking them off just before you go to sleep and burying them against the cold sheets before you fall asleep is pretty much one of the best sensations ever. My room is a mess and I can't step anywhere without stepping on something important or fragile or meant to be on a hanger. I just want to sleep, and maybe have a good cry into the pillow before I do. The pillow might not care how my day went, but at least it won't get angry at me for shedding tears on its shoulder.
Today on the internets witnesses the birth of a new overnight celebrity. Also, epic chat log with Pyro, check it out. (Character names replaced with generic pronouns to enhance lulz effect.)
Pyro: [Him] and... whoever tryin to ahve sex
Pyro: And the girl's getting positioned carefully, trying not to get hurt
Pyro: "Okay, okay that's right, maybe you can try going in n--"
Pyro: And [he's] just SITTING THERE
Pyro: And then bursts out
Pyro: LEEEROOOOOOOOOOY
Pyro: /thrust
Pyro: JEENKIIIIINNNSSS
allismine: ..........
Pyro: .......being tired makes weird things happen
allismine: if porn directors were internet geeks I would watch whatever movies they produced so hard
Pyro: I'm pretty sure a lot of them are
allismine: /girl fucking a merman
allismine: "FUCK YEAH, SEA KING"
Pyro: Pr0n: The Movie
Pyro: HAHAAA
Pyro: And then at the end of the porn credits
Pyro: Slowpoke comes in all "hey guys I heard you were filming the porn today"
allismine: ROFL OMG
allismine: oh dude one scene
allismine: guy's swerving, officer pulls him over
allismine: "JUST PLAY IT COOL"
allismine: /rolls down the window
allismine: /trollface while getting road head
allismine: PROBLEM, OFFICER?
allismine: /officer takes off glasses
allismine: ...get the fuck out of here
Pyro: ......why do the most awesomething shappen when I'm dizzy as fuck
It was good times.
Today in fiction I was a dude roleplayin' a dude disguised as another dude. WITH PYRO OF COURSE. So meta.
