June 2011
Short Story Number Four Hundred and Ninety One
I woke up this morning and really got the feeling that this summer was going to be the greatest. I wasn’t broken anymore and you had a lot of money for some reason and I had the idea that we would write a list. We would write a list of all the things that we wanted to do. And we would write the list on your arm and stare at it. I hadn’t ever had a perfect crazy summer before. So maybe...
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California Sun - The Ramones
She turned around and walked over to some tables and started to clean them. I thought pleasing her would make the sadness go away. I thought that would trick it into leaving. But it didn’t. It simply went deeper. It sank into my blood and travelled around the whole of me for the rest of the day.
Mermutlu, Kerem (2011). My Last Summer. Kindle Edition.
Short Story Number Four Hundred and Ninety
She had no idea if her plan was going to work, but she had to try. Her parents had told her that it was going to be a disaster and all her friends given her weird looks and little sighs. But she knew that she had to go her own way. The night before the plan, she fell asleep and dreamed of big buildings that spoke to her and encouraged her and said nice things. The big buildings said they would...
Short Story Number Four Hundred and Eighty Nine
You told me that the world was going in end in two hours. I asked you how you knew and you just smiled at me and told me that you had a feeling it would. I didn’t like the sound of this, mainly because I hadn’t really done anything with my life yet. I hadn’t stayed up all night or traveled to new places or made that record or dyed my hair or done anything really brave. I looked...
“When someone is crying, of course, the noble thing to do is to comfort them. But...”
– Lemony Snicket (via mizeru)
Short Story Number Four Hundred and Eighty Eight
I had nothing to do because the summer holidays were here and everyone had gone and left me behind. So I stared out of my bedroom window and watched all the clouds. Every summer I always plan to go somewhere new. Somewhere that will change me. Somewhere that will be awesome. But I never do. All I really ever do is get out my little notebook and start to draw the clouds. I always try to make them...
“I am not what happened to me, I am what I choose to become.”
– Carl Jung (via theformofbeauty)
Short Story Number Four Hundred and Eighty Seven
We came in from the cold and took off our big black coats. It was warm inside the apartment and everything looked still and clean and new. We had the rest of the day to do anything we wanted, and I thought it would be cool to just watch a movie or something. You walked over to the big window, the big window that shows all of the city below, and you told me to stand next to you. So I stood next to...
