My apologies for not getting a story published for last week's Fresh Story Friday. To make up for that, I've posted (2) stories this week. Don't worry, they're both short.
The first one; A Song for the Time-Axis, is another poem/story/song hybrid. The second story The Shores of Antofagasta is a very short, dreamy vignette.
Let me know what you think in the comments.
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A Song for the Time-Axis
We were young.
We were bastards.
Dancing away like we had a madness inside us.
We floated above the shoulders of giants, staring off into the future.
Waiting for the inspiration to find us, for the holy light to blind us.
The creatures of moonlight, tucked away in alleyways.
Clandestine joints making arcs at regular intervals.
We’d come before the gates of the city and were beating our bodies against the great walls to get inside.
It was a Sunday at Cantab, and we were worshipping on the dance floor.
We erect deltas up next to our crosses, and we count up all the losses
and gamble our youth on the darkness that is waiting in the end.
Sunday morning, fill up the pews.
Everybody gather round to hear the good good news.
Hey preacher man, tell us a story.
Hey preacher man, the best you can, try to make it nice.
Hey preacher man, the best you can, try to make us feel safe.
A silver tongue, the lord has come, from above to set us right.
He has come bearing crosses, and stained glass mosaics,
to help us see the light.
We were sure of a nothingness in the end.
Just as sure as I am of the nothingness that I was ripped from last night.
But I was born to love you
To believe in no other above you
To wash away my sins
If I only believe in him
And emerge from the waters brand new
This is a song for you, my god
This is my song to you, oh god
Oh my god
Oh my god
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The Shores of Antofagasta
The contest was simple; we all start off on the beach in Praia Grande. The first one to make it to the shores of Antofagasta and get a picture of themselves standing in the water wins. That was it.
I walked through a house, a dinner, through the back patio and ran down to the beach, tossing my clothes off along the way. They may or may not call the cops, but I didn’t care at this point. I wanted to jump in head first into the waves just as the sun was going down, but the shore had a very gradual slope so I had to settle for wading in up to my thighs before I could dive in. I was certain that I was the first one here so I took a few moments to float around and feel the coolness of the water against my naked body before making my way towards the shore to retrieve my phone.
I walked up toward the house that I had passed through earlier and leaned over to pick up my boxers.
‘Oh no, I do not like those.’ I look up and there are two girls standing there watching me. The one on the left is shaking her head. I recognized these girls from the dinner party that I’d ran through earlier. They seemed friendly, considering the circumstances.
‘What, these?’ I held up my boxers.
‘Is not fun,’ she said. ‘You should have cartoons, or little hot dogs on there or something.’
My boxers were burgundy and, admittedly, quite plain.
‘Oh yeah? What do you think about this?’ I held them up in front of me and poked two fingers through the hole that had been worn in the left inner thigh.
‘Ooohhh…’ the two girls winced and shook their heads.
The girl on the left pulled out a cigarette and the other girl reached over and took one from the pack for herself.
The girl on the left held the pack out towards me. ‘Want one?’
‘Sure,’ I said, as I gracelessly clomped over towards them through the sand.
I did not take a picture.
6/3/2016 09:17:50 am
'Dancing away like we had madness inside us.'
6/3/2016 10:59:23 am
I can actually picture you gracelessly clomping. Maybe it's because it's how you usually walk.
6/4/2016 10:03:12 pm
The story made me laugh, especially the last line about not taking a picture.
2/12/2017 02:58:26 am
That's good writing sir. the poem is great, I love it. The story is entertaining :) kudos
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