Tag Archives: writing

Absent, But Not Forgotten

It’s pretty bad when I recently realized that 2016 has come and gone, and I haven’t posted anything on here for the entire year. The last post was September 2015, ironically for a new writing project in which I haven’t posted anything on there either. That’s sad. And I say this because I love to write, and I was excited to really dive in to this project and just writing and posting on here in general. Evidentally, life and laziness and procrastination had other plans. I’m hoping to change this in 2017.

I’m not big into New Year’s resolutions but I do have two for this year: read more and write more. Last year, I had a reading goal of 30 books which is not a far reach. I started off strong but fell off by the summer and didn’t get back to it. I only managed about 18 books total, and 3 of those books were crammed in at the end of the year. And as I stated earlier, writing was pretty non-existent for last year. 

Well, I’m happy to say that I’m already working on these two resolutions and hopefully this will continue throughout the year. This post, for one, is a great start to my writing. I mean, it is the first post in about 16 months. I will certainly consider it a start. A huge start! And the reading side of things has gotten to a good start. I knocked out a Neil Gaiman book to start the year (a great way to begin the year in my opinion), and I am continuing the great Harry Potter series (book 5). 

All in all, I’m liking the way 2017 is starting off and using 2016 as a springboard to help propel me—and my writing!—to a better and consistent place. Here’s to more reading and more writing for 2017…. CHEERS!

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You’re Not Really Human

It’s your 18th birthday and, upon it, you parents deliver some pretty shocking news: You’re not really human. They admit that they’ve been covering up the fact that you are actually a (fill in the blank). After hearing the news you still decide to go to school, but this school day is different than all your school days past, especially when it’s revealed to others what you truly are.

(500 words or fewer)


 

Today is my 18th birthday, and I feel like my life is about to change.

 

As I gather my things for school, my parents come in to talk to me. They say it’s very important, and that it’s something I should know before the Master wakes up. Before I can ask about the Master, they proceed to tell me that I’m not human. What? Not human? Am I an alien or something? They confirm that I’m not even an alien. What is going on here? Finally, they come to the disturbing truth that I’m not real… that this world I live in is not real… and that they are not my parents at all.

 

This news is so unsettling that I can’t bear to hear anymore. As I try to leave, they begin to convince me with examples and proof: strange and unexplainable things always happening; time moving fast, especially when I’m sleeping; the same furniture in everyone’s houses; dialogue that sometimes doesn’t make any sense; and the weirdest of all, the eerie green, diamond-shaped oracle hovering over certain people’s heads.

 

I can’t take anymore of this nonsense! I have to leave at once! I grab my things and run out of the house trying to flush out all these lies my parents—or these people, or whomever—have told me.

 

In an instant, I’m at school, not remembering how I got here so fast. I try to compose myself the best way I know how and remain calm. But as I look around, I begin to wonder if these are actually my friends… if they are actually even real people.

 

Lies! All lies! It must be. How could what they say be true? And who is this Master they spoke of?

 

Then, like a click of a switch, I begin to see and hear the strangest things. These people scurry about their day not doing anything in particular. I notice we never spend any real time in class. People talk in odd languages. And I have to admit, there are times where I see a green oracle floating over someone’s head. There, over him, now, over her … changing from one to another and another. But more frightening than that is when I see what someone is thinking. I can’t explain how, but it appears in a dialogue balloon over their head when they are hungry or tired or when they have to go to the bathroom.

 

This can’t be happening. This can’t be real… I mean, what I’m now seeing can’t be real… I mean, I don’t know what to think anymore. My whole world is crashing down on me right now and I can’t help but follow a path to the bathroom, like I’m being controlled somehow.

 

I enter a stall to do my business and as I look down, I see the most bizarre thing for the first time: my crotch region is blurred out! What’s happening?! Perhaps there’s a….

 

Simple

Inexplicable

Motive

Supervising

 

…my existence.


I’m Supposed To Get Married Today, But

You call an old flame from high school whom you still have feelings for and ask to meet up. The flame says, “Sure, how about noon at the pub by your house.” While waiting at the pub, your flame walks in—wearing a wedding dress (or tuxedo). The flame looks at you and says, “I’m supposed to be getting married today, but …” What happens? Write this scene.

(500 words or fewer)


As Monica, my old high school flame, walks through the door of the pub, I become utterly speechless. Not only is she as gorgeous as ever, but she is beautifully adorned in a stunning wedding gown. Before I can say a word, Monica sashays up to me and says, “I’m supposed to be getting married today, but getting your call on the way to the church earlier… I knew I needed to see you, Andrew.”

 

“Monica, I… I had no idea today was your wedding. Otherwise, I never would’ve called—“

 

“No, no…” she cuts in. “I’m glad you called. I’ve actually been having second thoughts… you know, if I was doing the right thing by marrying David. I mean, he’s a good guy and all, but…” she pauses and just smiles at me.

 

“But Monica, this is your wedding day! I don’t want to ruin your wedding day.” Despite my words, I can’t help but feel selfish. After all these years, I still want Monica for myself.

 

“No, you see,” she takes my hand in hers, “you probably saved me from making a huge mistake today.” She slides onto the barstool in front of me. “Everything happens for a reason, Andrew. And your call today, of all days, is no accident. Maybe I’m not suppose to marry David.”

 

I don’t want you to marry David, I think to myself.

 

“Maybe all these emotions and feelings that I’m experiencing with you now is telling me something else… like I should be with someone else… like I should be with you.” Her smile freezes time as we lean in and kiss our very first kiss.

 

“Andrew! Andrew, wake up, dude!”

 

When I open my eyes, I find myself stretched out on a couch. My best friend is standing beside me in a tuxedo with a whimsical expression on his face.

 

“Dude, did you forget? You’re getting married in like two hours!”

 

I look down at my clothes and notice the classic cutaway tuxedo I’m decked out in. The hangover from last night is beginning to subside and I remember that today is my wedding day. I’m marrying Michelle whom I met a year ago.

 

Bryan, man, I just had the weirdest dream. You remember Monica, from high school?” I say, sitting up on the couch.

 

“The one you had the crush on all those years?” He hands me a glass of fizzing water. “Drink this. It’ll help.”

 

“Yeah. She… uh….”

 

“Dude, I hope it was a good dream,” he says with a devilish grin, “because you better not be dreaming of any other women after today!” He belts out a laugh.

 

A cell phone rings, and I see that it’s mine and point to it on the desk. As I drink my fizzing water, I motion to Bryan to answer it.

 

“Hello?… Yeah, he’s right here… Ok, who’s this?… Oh wow, we were just talking about you. Weird. Alright, hold on.”

 

He hands me the phone and says, “Dude, it’s Monica.”


I Love The Way She

 

I love the way she takes her time
as she runs her fingers across my spine

I love the way she grips me in her hands
and as she demands, my feature expands

I love the way she turns me over and over
and gives everyone else the cold shoulder

I love that she is my owner
But I can still control her

and so…

she sinks lower
as I get bolder
she loses her composure
as the climax gets closer
my intensity smolders
as her emotions expose her
I wish I could hold her
as we achieve closure

Our only reaction
is mutual satisfaction
as she gives me one last look

There’s nothing better in this world
than to know a girl
who loves to read a good book


© 2013 Andrew Hildreth


one drink and one glass

 

one drink and one glass

involved in one-sided chats

lonely Friday night

 

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IDGAD

>IDGAD

>KMA, GTFO

>IML, TY

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as the curtain falls

 

as the curtain falls

the sad act of my play ends

no more encores here

 

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night eyes wide open

 

night eyes wide open

in the dark heart has spoken

midnight poetry

 

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taken for granted

 

taken for granted

it is more than just a kiss

loving reverence

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life is too precious

life is too precious

to let depression sink in

f**k it, be happy

 

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