A young German lad with an allergy to empathy and sensitivity processes his first romantic experiences in a diary entry. A comedy short story containing black humor and strong language.
I used to believe in forever， but forever is too good to be true。
If you don't appreciate me， somebody else will。As simple as that。
Do not， for one repulse， forgot the purpose that you resolved to effort。
Never sacrifice who you are just because someone has a problem with it。
I was walking past the mental hospital the other day,
and all the patients were shouting, ’13….13….13.’
The fence was too high to see over, but I saw a
little gap in the planks, so I looked through to see
what was going on.
Some idiot poked me in the eye with a stick!
Then they all started shouting, ’14….14….14.’
This is about a girl who isn't really good with love.
I kinda got this from my Billie Eilish soundtrack
*insert coughing noises*
Hailey's brother, Harrison, has become her legal guardian after a couple of years of surviving in a traumatic foster home.
However, Hailey was unknown to the new addition to the house. Or in this case, Hailey and Harrison were the addition.
Moving in with her brothers best friend, who has known them since they were little, leads to many awkward situations and a lot of explaining.
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To fool a bookworm, one needs a good book. Seventeen-year-old Vellary Carr, unknowingly seals her fate with the devil when she purchases a book online.
Prior to its arrival, Vellary first handedly experiences what it's like to face mass humiliation, and so, upon discovering a spell book lying inside the package instead of her purchased good, Vallery seizes the opportunity to seek revenge.
Hugo Axel, the "bad boy" of Roset High, has fancied Vellary since middle school. So when his best friend brutally abases her, conflict arises within him. To do what's right or to stick with his brother?
However, before Hugo can truly decide, a slight shift in the air unlocks a door to another. He doesn't realise the abnormality of it all until the very next morning, when he wakes up in a very unfamiliar room.
With a very unfamiliar feeling.
And when he looks in the mirror, he sees a very familiar face.
But it's not his.
It's Vellary Carr's.
His one and only crush.
Humans often fear what is unknown. What is beyond sight, beyond science.. The mere concept can be terrorizing.
Benjamin Augensteine was not expecting to plow into the semi-truck.
Benjamin, upon wakening, witnessed the most terrifying thing in his entire life.. (The second most terrifying being a rather unpleasant visit to a public restroom)
This ..thing.. was known as a ghost. An actual unliving, sophisticated, extremely bored ghost.
That was the first one. There were many more unpleasantries to follow.
There's a difference between a good ghost- Meaning the people who deliberately try to cut out your WiFi for a few minutes, -and the bad ghosts. Benjamin happens to be in the mix of both types. As a neutral, he's one of the few who aren't too keen on this whole ghost business. In fact, Benjamin refuses to believe in such a thing.
So, with ghost bandits and ghost saints trying to win over Benjamin, an anti-ghost believer, with a mourning friend who seems to be the only person that can be consulted with- All while having to keep up with ghostly duties, -this supernatural tale brings one hell of a ride.
Kim Yeseul is sent to help a man who is obsessed with money and doesn't care about anything else. Kim Taehyung is his name. He is a jerk, stubborn, ignorant, and ungrateful person, but Yeseul turns out developing feelings towards Taehyung.
"You mean nothing to me. All I care about is money. I don't care about nothing else. Got that?"
Do you like school?
What if it was more…interesting?
Ever wish you could figure out what was going to happen next? What your mom will make for dinner, which lego set will not have missing parts, or what are you going to get for Christmas. Or important things like is my friend going to be okay, will i get hurt doing this, or what is going to happen to my life a year from now.
Don't, please don't ever wish this on yourself. Please, it is not amazing, cool, or hardly even useful. I dream what will happen, a day, a week, a month, who knows how long. Perhaps it is a few seconds, or it's an hour long. Most dreams i never remember until it actually plays out. There are however a few, very few, that stay with me through the night, sitting inside my head until i realize that they are there. They wait until their brother comes up someday, and then they leave.
The human mind wasn't created to see the future. If there was, I wouldn't be writing this. It hurts for your mind to reach out into the featureless wall that is the future. I say that because it is a wall, no gaps, no doors, no windows. Crystal balls, mirrors, cards, and fortune-telling are all false, tricks and guessing. There is nothing that can penetrate that wall.
My mind found a way to jump it though. Maybe teleportation happens in the psyche and not space-ships. My conscience jumps past the wall, and lands in the garden. From there it brings back a seed from the garden. But that seed can be dropped, lost on the way back to the body; these are the ones I don't remember. Perhaps they find a place to grow, maybe they will grow in the wall. Even rocks can be split by the roots of trees. Maybe someday the roots of those seeds will tear down the wall.
There is a cost to jumping that wall. Headaches, depression, and more. Sometimes my mind revolts, and refuses to sleep and jump the wall. The worst though, is when it brings back things that should be left in the future. Ways to cheat life, events that lose their surprise, information that shouldn't be known yet.
Imagine watching your wife or husband die, and the next day you meet them for the first time. Knowing every detail of how your friend will hurt you, weeks before they ever will.
I fight. I fight to forget. For my friends. For my family. For you, if need be. Ignorance is bliss, and knowing is pain. I will fight to forget you. I will fight to forget it all.
I was praying in the dark empty church when the man walked up to me and told me he’s an angel.
“Yea?” I asked.
“What do you want?”
“I want to give you a chance to turn your shit around.”
"I figure this is the only way to get you out of here," he said.
The angel looked rough, with faded scars and scrapes all over his face. He wore no shoes, and his jeans and shirt were torn beyond logic. Do angels wear those? Well, I didn't care, I had my own problems. There's this iBanker who drove an Audi trying to ask my girlfriend out, and I was helpless. I worked as a postman, drove nothing, owned nothing, and it seemed to me that my girlfriend was getting tired of me. But I couldn't let her go; my parents were getting old and worried, and she's my only chance for marriage. That's why I started coming to church a few weeks ago and prayed till my voice cracked. My luck didn't turn, the guy was still going strong, my girlfriend still picking on my job my income my everything. Sure, I did feel somewhat better after all these prayers, knowing that at least there's someone to blame when things fell through. But still, I was willing to gamble.
"So what do I do?" I asked the angel.
He gave me the instruction and left. I went home and told my parents about it. My dad was a cook, my mum a housewife. They had little enough education to revere the Western theologies and thus were thrilled about the deal and the angel. They went out and bought a chicken to celebrate. I called my girlfriend and told her what happened.
"You sure it worked?" She asked. In her voice there's an excitement that I hadn't heard in a long time.
"Yes. I'm sure. Babe, I love you. We're gonna work out."
"Sure. Hey, I gotta go. I have to take care of a few things," she said, and hung up. That whole night she didn't message me or call me and I couldn't sleep.
Next day I went to the giant trash can down the street, looking for a cockroach. I was afraid of cockroahes but the angel said that only by overcoming my fear could I find the path towards eternal happiness. So when I saw one I grabbed it as quickly as I could, then broke half its legs, ate them and let out a fart, one that would rise till it joins the cloud and becomes part of it, according to the plan.
I was looking at the trail of my fart curling up toward sky when the angel walked up to me.
“I got it! I got it!” I screamed at the angel.
“For fuck's sake, just chill. It’s just a start.”
The angel had me go down to the grocery store and ask for the longest ladder in the world. I told Billy the shop owner about my plan, and the reason that gave birth to such a plan. Billy dropped his head in contemplation.
“You sure?” he asked.
“Yes, I'm sure.”
A fan whirled above us but gave no wind. Bill was 60 and I was 25 and I didn’t expect him to understand me, or the generation that bred me. Petty middle-class moaning of our generations paled in comparison with the life-and-death concerns of theirs. But still.
Soon he went in to the store room. There's sound of many things dropping on the ground. Then he came back out with the ladder. I paid and left with the ladder. I let the changes sit on the counter, getting the no-wind.
I started climbing toward sky. People were gathering along the street now, talking, cheering for me. Dad and mom were there, being the cheer leaders. I didn't see my girlfriend though. Maybe she'd only come at the end. Didn't matter. Once I came back down things would change.
The ladder was good quality work, it didn’t jerk once during the first million steps. But the trip itself was bad: there’s no chance for rest or chicken-out. I didn’t even get to take selfies, for my hands got so sweaty that I had to cling to the ladder with both hands. The birds and eagles and UFO were circling around me and sometimes charging at me, and from certain height on up the air pressure started squeezing my heart like a poor bug caught by a bad kid. My biceps ached and trembled. I couldn't hear the people anymore. I could only think of my girlfriend and the way she would look when I gave her the gift.
But after another million steps and the ladder started to shake. I didn’t know why. I cursed and climbed on. Twice my right hand slipped and I almost fell. Man, I nearly spitted my heart out. A plane passed and I saw a baby inside with no hair laughing at me. I pushed myself up and continued to curse.
It’s the angel who's shaking the ladder, as it turned out. I was about one thousand steps from where he was, sitting at the top of the ladders with a beer in hand, drinking, shaking the ladder.
“Why are you doing this!" I screamed.
“I am bored."
Then I was there, winded, my body compressed like a butterfly specimen, but I was stunned by the vastness and beauty of the cloud. It was dense, smoky, misty, and I was right in the middle of it. The sun came through but was filtered down into some sort of a holy light. It's better than the kind of heaven I used to dream about.
The angel came forward and grabbed my arm and tossed me out of the ladder. I thought I was dying, but when I fell upon the cloud I didn't fall through. The cloud was soft, but didn't break. I rolled around and around, screaming, and crying. I was here, finally. I thought about my girl, my marriage.
“You want a beer?” the angel asked.
“No. I gotta run back down now. My girlfriend’s probably here by this time.”
The angel shrugged and brought me to the part of the cloud that belonged to me. It’s very discernible because it’s a statue of me and my girlfriend. We’re in our wedding gown standing side by side, looking at each other, her arm around mine, tight.
“It’s beautiful,” I said.
The angel sat on the cloud and took a long pull from his bottle and didn’t answer. I plucked the cloud-statue out and told the angel that I was ready. He took his time taking a last pull before standing up. He threw the can away and spitted on the cloud. The spit hissed on the cloud and disappeared, no trace left.
"Can I move in here with my girlfriend?" I asked the angel.
"It's beautiful here."
"Depends on what?"
"Your girlfriend," the angel said. Then he gave out a long whistle that almost deafened me and a giant cockroach was summoned up.
“Ready?” the cockroach said to the angle.
“You’re ready?” the angel said to me.
“I don’t know what to say,” I said. We got on the cockroach and slowly it circled its way down. Its wings flapped frantically but soundlessly. I touched its skin. It's smooth, like it’d been varnished. I bent down for a closer look. Man, was it clean, was it stainless. I felt sorry for all the fellow cockroaches that had their lives taken by my plump hands.
We touched ground and the streets were flooded with people. They're singing the national anthem, applauding, the cats and dogs making fierce love, the tigers and elephants and dragons running wild and around. My parents were on their knees, crying.
Then I saw her. As I walked toward her people backed off to make space for me.
The iBanker was standing next to her. He's in suit and tie, an iPad in one hand.
I ignored the guy and knelt down before her.
"Here it is,” I held out the statue to her.
She took it and without looking at it she passed the thing to the iBanker. He looked at it, put it on the floor and scanned the thing with his iPad. I was on my knees, waiting. The world was waiting.
“Any buyer?” she asked the guy after a while.
And we waited. After a few hours people started leaving. There’re no more songs, no more cheering, the cats and dogs started to separate and chase and yell and hate at each other. The cockroach and angel were nowhere to be seen. My parents were still there though, on their knees, but no longer crying, they're watching us, their mouths gaping. I looked back at my girlfriend, who’s looking at the iPad while the cloud-statue stood beside her. I wondered if there’s anything else I could do for her.