intro

this is a lil snippet (a very lil snippet) of a short story im working on.

hopefully the rest will make it on here,

this is mostly just to see if ive managed to peak anyone's interest.

a thesis you could say:

it was spring,

the last of winters chill melting away,

turning into flowers.

lavenders and gardenias,

spread across the meadows that circled our home.

it was spring,

when my mother put that 9 mm to her temple and pulled the trigger.

i remember the sound of the gun.

my father and i were sitting on the porch,

covered in a thin layer of sweat from hiking back from our private lake after our annual fishing trip.

i had always been daddy's little girl,

that made concrete when i followed my father inside to find my mothers brains splattered artistically on the linoleum floor of our kitchen.

after that everything became a blur.

a phone call.

red and blue lights.

a stretcher.

and then silence.

one.

Adam was a collector of beautiful things. We loved beautiful things, because Adam loved beautiful things. This could be one of the reasons why he chose dallas and i as companions. Despite coloration, dallas and i looked basically the same. Same medium height, same boyish limbs, anorexic thin, our bones protruding in our cheeks and hips and collars. We are the proof and negative of the same picture. Skin, blood, and bone. Light, dark, and film. This could also explain Adam's other interests, photography and fighting. nothing was ever coincidence with him. Even Lily had to have a purpose in our little universe, though we never figured out exactly what that was. We settled with her endless connections to the drugs. Though nothing with Adam was ever that simple. However, Adam himself seemed to be just that. He wore the same clothes as any boy his age, had the same hair cut, had the same look of extreme boredom and teenage angst. He was handsome, but nothing special. He completely blended in. Just another pawn of the universe. This is exactly the way he wanted it. To him the only way to truly rebel against society was to give it what it wants. Be in the crowd. Back away from the blood running towards your feet. Pretend you are the slave of the world, and suddenly the world is your slave. Attack from the inside. If dallas and i were the outer, picture beauty, Adam was a masterpiece in mind. Maybe thats why we loved him and he loved us.We were the final piece of Adam's collection.

Light, dark, and film. Skin, blood, and bones.