Following story is only partly mine. A friend of mine asked me to finish something she and some or one frined of hers had already started. Usually I would have declined such a request since I don't see how that could be fullfilling. The intro she presented however was so shitty in a Danielle Steele kind of way that it became an imparative to do something. The intro is in italics followed by two different ways to cut the cheese. Bon appetite !
Now itīs your turn: write two endings for the next story: She was standing in front of a bare white wall with nothing on it but a huge picture. "Overwhelming and distressing" said the leaflet she was holding in her hands. Gently, she closed her eyes to try to perceive the feeling but instead she felt her own pain. He was standing behind the column, looking at her. She was just like he remembered her: so fragile, so strong, so full of life and passion. She was dressed in black because as she used to say: "it helps me appreciate the colours of life". He was afraid of her reaction; afterallshe was the one that run out and he didnīt do anything to stop her. And of course she was right when she told him the only obstacle in the way to his dreams were his fears. But he was going to take that risk. > > NOW YOU HAVE TO FINISH IT IN TWO DIFFERENT WAYS This story is being written by two people (you are the third one) so make your contribution
contribution number one. alias"the sincere from the heart that nobody likes" As the two were standing there gazing at each other like a cow and a bull seperated by an electric fence appreciating their fallic surroundings a bolt of lightning stroke. Everything turned bright white and in a split second every physical body became transparent. Exposed like this to each other and the world the two came to a poetic realisation. She became visibly embarrassed about her black dress. The short moment in the nude had made her realise that as profound the "black statement" had seemed when she read it in the glamour magazine as clearly did it now stand out as another cheap marketing hoax. And she had of all people fallen for it. The romantic idea of the lost soul dressed in lifes contradiction hoping one day to be rescued from her dark dungeon by some valiant erotic crusader. Because that was what she was longing for, eros, and that was why she had been hiding. When you have nothing you lose nothing and poverty becomes a sanctity. Now that her secret longing had been revealed to her so painfully clear she could no longer suppress the life force within. A tidal wave swept through her body and soul washed away all the old obscure idolatric ideas and she jumped out from behind the column and started singing lifes sweet lullaby of love. The young lad had come to his own conclusions and was now making his way up from shames deep mines. For the first time in his life he saw the origin of his insecurity. It had not been, as he had always thought, his own incompleteness, incompetence or that he was unworthy of lifes finer aspects. It was an implant. Installed over a long period of time, worked deeper and deeper into his soul, to finally take away his own judgement. It had been implanted while he was just a very young child and his soul had been open to what the world may bring and every suggestions. How could he possibly had known of mans vicious plans. His own father had been the main enslaver as his own before him. Shame was the name of the vile serpent that had taken his soul for its nest. Aided by the sudden enlightenment he grapped the serpent by its neck and casted away shame for good. He felt the wings grow first from his freed soul then from his back. He felt the sun warm him from his inside and out how it set free his enchained dreams. He found him self floating to the sweet song of the young maiden like a puff ball summer cloud floats in the warm summer breeze under the caring arms of the mother sun. Exposed they stood eye to eye, a quick blush went over their cheeks, a reminder of the dark past when they had both been jockeyed by demons. They were now ready to give and to take, to embrace and deny all on their own terms. Not a word was spoken as they smiling met in each others arms. They embraced harder and became closer. They squeezed eachother till all life met in the middle; untill they became one new beginning.
Now for scenario number two " the plausible one"
He got over shyness and stutttered "how about a beer and a pizza?". He had never been a man of choice words. Her red cheeks blushed in strong contrast to her black outfit. She thought it was kind of cute in a clumsy kind of way so she said yes. Afraid to take the other persons arm they walked side by side towards the nearest Pizza Hut. Both were already hours down lifes highway to take a peek at what this could bring them. Unfortunately a strong phsysical presence, another of civilisations grim institutions, made an impact on their very present bodies. The driver of the car barely saw the two as he came around the corner. A sudden thump-a shock to his vehicle-two barely human looking figures being hurled several meters through the air before the landed on the curb across the the street. Then the blood hit his brain so hard he involutarily pushed the gas pedal to the ground and sped away. No one knew the story of overcoming that had precided the tradegy, the sweatty palms the clumsy approach, the tightened stomachs, the yes, the relief followed by a new set of plans considered as dangerous and exciting as the ones they replaced. All this was lost when what could have been good - or at least better than ok- was smashed in an instant. Here you go.