bliss abiess, . Options

[expoised]

it goes pretty swiftly... this passage reflects tonight. a real thought and a real experience.



Stumbling outside the house, away from the crashing furniture and screaming from inside, I gripped a bag of garbage as if it were the last thing on earth in my hands. My father had flown into a rage, tornadoing though my room like the devil himself and I saw my whole life thrown before my very eyes. “Filth! Pig! That’s how you live!” he screamed as my three-year collection of bags go flying out my bedroom door. A bag I got from Bermuda slowly drifted down over the bridge as I see my Luis Vuitton dust bag get crumpled by the mass avalanche of shopping bags that fell over it. I had looked at those bags and wished I’d have such an easy end just as my dad paralleled those bags to my future, which was futilely falling apart. I had gotten a gigantic bag of trash thrown into my arms and flew downstairs as fast as I could to throw it into the dumpster; a temporary break from this long night of hell. A cool wind hit me as I ran out the door.

I looked at the barren street ahead of me and wondered what it would be like to run down that street and keep running until my legs crumbled underneath my body. I could keep running north until I hit Oklahoma and hitch-hike my way up to Canada. It was possible… I had about five dollars and a nickel in my pocket. I could jack the keys to my mother’s Mercedes and give myself my fifth driving lesson, down the streets of my block to the long stretches of road up in Montana. There would be no need to stop. Out there by myself, I wondered how it would feel to lie down in a field out in the country and gaze up at the very same stars that were there right this second and be totally, completely, and utterly free. Maybe I could make a new name for myself and meet a family loving enough to accept me into their home and give me a fresh, new life. I could almost feel the warmth.

Or maybe I would run south, across the Texas border into Mexico. I could meet a Spanish boy and fall in love. Then I would write my mother a note telling her I was happy and contented with my life; that it would be no use searching for me. I could ride in the rodeos and perform at the festivals in south Texas. I could make my own money; I had the education and the ambition.

I could probably just run to the Geoge Bush airport and sneak myself into the luggage compartment of an airplane and fly far, far away from this mess. I could fly to Europe. That would be incredible. I could hear, smell, and see sights that I’ve never experienced before. What more culture could one wish for?

Oh, the many things I wanted to do to rid myself of this nightmare that happened night after night after night. I threw that bag of garbage into the green dumpster and lingered in my driveway for just a few seconds. I played a life I yearned to have and still believed possible. I reached out for the freedom I so miserably wanted to grasp. With one sigh of helplessness, I turned and walked back towards hell.

[TheSilenceInDict...]

I really like this one.
Quite unclear what exactly is going on in the beginning...I love the different things you ran in your head.
The tone was great, predictable ending, but it was still pretty good.

Good job.

[*stephinika*]

i like it. i can relate to that one. ah the thoughts of leaving are so great and i go into them so much and yet i'm still here. great job.

[expoised]

hah. thank you.

hmm. i kinda like the middle paragraphs, now that i actually double checked it. i tend to write my thoughts better when i'm feeling osme sort of intensity in a feeling. like ... its hard to describe what i was feeling... but i think it sort of shows through the writing. hm.

hrm. i would change it, but ... i dont think it'll be the same after i do.

[Oreo_bro]

loved it..well written