Short Story

I should have expected this... I was distracted by my own frustrations and now I've lost the upper-hand. Anyone walking by would have regarded the brooding child as a temperamental misfit who didn't have the capacity to play with the other children. But because he was used to being left out it didn't really bother him, although he'd much rather it be his choice to sit alone then a choice made for him by his peers.

He didn't care for the social niceties and peer relationships that dominated social conduct in school and every other setting in his life. If it were up to him he'd gladly go through school unnoticed and left alone. But it's hard to remain obscure when you surpass others. School is boring. It's always been easy. He hated it when teachers would say

"Come on it's not hard" as if that were an incentive in and of itself that should prompt him to start his work. But that's the problem; it's not hard.

He desperately wanted to be challenged, to be pushed. There was no need to ever study and he put forth little effort in his assignments which caused great resentment when he scored the highest on every test while the people who actually tried their hardest felt betrayed because they have little to show for their efforts. It's easy to envy and resent the person who seems to have no great difficulties or problems.

But I do have problems, I can't relate to anyone my own age and no adult cares about what some little kid has to say. Kids just talk about things that are so trivial and irrelevant and they don't very much care for what comes out of my mouth. Grades never really interested him. They seemed so pointless. As long as he knew that he knew the material he was content. He didn't need anybody to praise or chastise his ability to do something simple. When he was praised he often felt patronized. It was like they were all saying "Good job 1+1 is 2"

I can still fix this, I just need to reassure their egos by coming off as humble. No not humble... they'd still resent that. Lucky. Stupid and lucky.

Creative Writing Homework

This isn't how I remember it. But then again everything looks different when you're above the water; it's so surreal. People are sprawled across the beach soaking up the sun. The sunbathers appear seemingly content all the while ignoring the seagulls that squawk overhead. There is even a protective mother by the water who carefully holds the hands of her toddler above his little head, and the child giggles as the water reaches his toes. It's such a beautiful day, but they shouldn't be spending it in the water.

It was sadistic of me to come here. There's no sun on my face or wind in my hair. I can see the light sparkling off the water, calm and serene, but I can't taste the saltwater on my tongue or feel its familiar sting in my lungs that would normally make me feel alive. This place is such a tease, but why can't I leave? I used to love this place before ahhhhhhh my laptops dying i'll finish typing this later

Two Worlds in Tandem Chapter One

That's the name of the book I'm currently working on. I have the basic outline for it in my head but I'm nowhere near being done. I think that if I try to write it out that it will kinda just come to me (worth a try at least). So here it is, and yes its most likely going be re-edited a lot.

(Oh by the way the main character will be introduced wayyy later. Some chapter will be from the main characters perspective while other's will be from a narrator's.)

The newspaper headline read "Exploration: Tandem debate rages on in congress". Underneath it was a picture of Corneleis Krue with his mouth wide open. He was in the middle of hurling a string of intelligent insults; a common enough sight.

"Congress these days" I muttered out loud as I read on. "54% in favor, 46% against".

I mumbled to myself,

"Just what we need.This things going to tear the whole country apart..." As soon as I said that a man walking by overheard me and then eyed my paper and said,

"Those damned fools putting too much stock in a child's story, that thing's never gonna pass." I looked up, and I was at a lost for how I should respond until I just said,

"You got that right mate." He walked off with a look of satisfaction on his face; apparently pleased that a complete stranger agreed with his two cents. In reality I was just confused over the whole issue.

It doesn't matter what the people think because the government is in charge of the people. In the end the government will do what they want, so why have a huge debate about it?... Oh of course... it's a show. It makes us believe that we have some say in it...

But we really are divided as a country. These are tough times and it seems that everybody has their own solution to the problems that we're faced with. Maybe doing something is better than doing nothing at all; even if that something is completely useless... It will make us feel better just knowing that something is being done, and we do need to feel better. What can we really do anyway? The economy's failing, our troops are still fighting a war with no end in sight, and now we have to worry about mother nature... What else can go wrong?

I sighed and put the paper down. I didn't want to read it in the first place but I couldn't exactly say no to the man that was handing them out. I already made that mistake once before. Once I was walking down the street and the carrier asked,

"Paper citizen?"

"No thank you" I replied. Just then his faced changed from bored to taken aback and surprised in no time flat. He's probably used to hearing yes so often...

"Buuu... but don't you want to be an informed citizen?" he asked while eyeing me suspiciously. I then lied and said

"I already got one"... I don't need a knock on my door at 3am by P.O.C, I thought to myself. "Carry on then citizen" he commented a little skeptically. From that point on I knew I just need to keep my head down and go with the flow. Survival is my only goal.... it is the only goal anyone can ever have.

Times have changed... Since when have we become accustomed to living like this... When did this become normal? To merely exist... Nowadays people praise the government because they have enough food for dinner. Everything's about resources. Gas shortages, power outages, even the war is about fuel. Everyone wants it but few have it. The ones that do make sure everyone else knows that they have it. We used to bow down to them. We gave them everything that they wanted. For what? Oil? They just raised the price higher as demand increased until we couldn't take it anymore and decided to just take it from them. Our world is in crisis. The droughts killed our farmlands. We are fighting over something that is limited and running out fast. I agree that an accurate depiction of the war is "We fight for food and fuel"...

Everyone has come to the same conclusion: something needs to change. But we're all divided on what that something is and how we can go about changing it.