Ever wonder what your name was on your past life?
Were you struck by lightning?
Were you killed by cops on the run?
And every headlight
Struck by your face and your bones collide
Do you remember? Do you remember?
And every thousand miles
You’re crawlin’, standin’ and you’re runnin’out
Do you remember? Do you remember?
Ever remembered what's your name did you leave it back there?
Ever remembered what you’re afraid of?
When you’re down on the floor
Begging ‘no more’
And every headlight
Struck by your face and your bones collide
Do you remember? Do you remember?
And every thousand miles
You’re crawlin’, standin’ and you’re runnin’out
Do you remember? Do you remember?
Ever remembered the nights when you stayed up late
Waiting fo someone through that door
And no one ever did.
And every headlight
Struck by your face and your bones collide
Do you remember? Do you remember?
And every thousand miles
You’re crawlin’, standin’ and you’re runnin’out
Do you remember? Do you remember?
Ever remembered the face you woke up thinking of.
You’re sleeping now.
But you’ll wake up somehow..
Thom was never amazed by family reunions, or by relative visits. But what he did not like the most was parties. He couldn’t stand all the blabbering and chattering with all annoying family friends and relatives. He did not know them anyway, their guests were all from his wife’s side of the family and he couldn’t stand how they treated him. He was a quiet person, didn’t have much to say, and didn’t have much to ask. But he certainly wants something done, and he wants it done as soon as the guests could leave the night.
The night was quiet outside. You could hear the chirping of insects and the croaking of frogs like Thom loved it. But, it was the exact opposite inside. There were many guests in the living room, in the porch, in the kitchen and even in their own bedroom. They were all drinking, some were singing and others gambling. The kids were upstairs running and wrestling that created much noise for Thom to hold. Thom had nothing to do but stay on a corner silently while thinking of a way to just shut them up. He wanted to sew those lips, he wanted to lacerate those tongues, he wanted those hands carved and feet minced. But most of all he wanted, silence. That’s all he wanted, but even the simplest thing he can’t be given. He had to do something.
It was 10:08 PM. Thom was exhausted, infuriated and disturbed. But as usual, he kept it to himself. But there’s just one thing that made him did all those things.
Thom was sleepy, as he headed upstairs to his and his wife’s room. He had this feeling of a twinge on his head that over powered his emotions. He was appalled to see his wife kissing another man in their own room. But, as old time’s sake he did keep it to himself but not for long. As he was in the bathroom, he took out these old pair of trusty little scissors he could make a use of. He waited for his wife to come out. Hopefully a few minutes later she did. Now that his wife is gone his got the man all to himself. Well, not all to himself, he has a pair of scissors with him to say hello.
As soon as the man could realize Thom swiftly entered the room and locked the door. The man obviously didn’t know what was going on even started a conversation. But this conversation isn’t going to last. “What does it feel like to have no eyes?” Thom asked in a soft voice. “What? How should I---” Thom could feel the blade prick those eyeballs like they were balloons popping out. There were gushes of blood everywhere and those screams that Thom loved like it was silence. All that’s left now is a bloody carpet. Some shards of glasses (Thom had to smash a vase on his head) and a dead corpse lying in the floor.
Thom felt the excitement rushing over him as he heard people shouting and coming to see what all those noises were. But Thom wasn’t afraid. He was even happy saying to himself: “The more the merrier” with a big smirk on his bloody face.
This is a fast paced short story(not really) about a boy waking up late in a very important event. Later on he finds himself infront of a roaring crowd. What will he do? Who is Black Mary? Why the hell did it rain in the middle of a very hot day? Will he fill his empty stomach? Find out!
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The morning was hot. The bed was warm. I overheard thunderous screams of people somewhere. I uncluttered my eyes just to see the sunbeams striking through the window blinders. It was an important day but I do not really know what it is. I cuddled on my phone and opened some text messages. Suddenly, a grasp of adrenalin crammed excitement rushed down to every part of me. I suddenly remembered what today was!
I quickly put some clothes on and rushed down stairs. No time for breakfast. No time to take a bath. I am out of time! As I rushed outside, I stumbled upon a very hectic highway. Jam-packed with cars inching to get through the tight traffic. “It was like an inch an hour” I said to myself. I had no other option. I ran as fast as I could, had to take a quick detour down to the shop. I left Black Mary there, to be polished and tuned. The sun was getting higher, the clock was ticking and I could hear every snap that it sounded like the screams I heard this morning.
I could spot the shop up ahead and I was very relieved to see its ‘COME IN WE ARE OPEN’ sign on the front door. I sighed to see Carlos carrying Black Mary and handed it to me. “You’re late” he said with a pat on my back. I had no time to talk. I seized Black Mary and smiled at Carlos. I took off.
Along the way, sprinkles of water began to fall over my cheek. I could feel the sun’s heat on my hair but “Why is it raining in the middle of a very hot day?” I asked myself. I desperately shielded Black Mary with my black coat just in time before the rain could slip through its mechanics. She was more important than anything else at this instant. As soon as I could comprehend, the rain was gone. The sprinkles of water was no rain, it was water coming from the hose of a fire truck on the other side. A hotel building was burning. But, this is not what I came here for. It’s not my problem. It’s theirs. So, I move on.
I speed up my tempo, quickly moving on as each step passed. I was literally running like a horse. Jumped every trash can, dodge every person I met on the sidewalk and even skipped dumpsters just to take a short route to where I was going.
Finally, I heard those screams again. I followed it through a dense crowd of people, vendors and street passers. I saw Josh upstage with a pair of saber like sticks. Rey with his axe like music machine, and I won’t forget Carl with his devious 5-bullet bass. They were holding up for 10-minutes now. The crowd was anxious and weary but still they screamed as I climbed my way upstage. I lift up Black Mary with my worn-out arms and gently laying its strap on my dog-tired shoulders then cast out the amp. My heart was throbbing, my sweat was freezing and I couldn’t honestly hear what I’m thinking. I approached the center as I beef up a note. The crowd began to roar. Trembled, I had to do it with an empty stomach, exhausted and bewildered. I could feel the cold microphone rubbing against my lip . . . and I sing.
