Huh...weird.
Feb. 16th, 2003 09:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thistledearOi! Writers!
Have you ever been looking through your files and found stuff that you have absolutely no memory of ever writing? I *hate* that. It makes me think of this YA novel I read a long time back about this boarding school somewhere that specialized in talented kids, and it turned out they were being possessed at night by ghosts of famous musicians and writers and artists and shit to finish their works.
.......nah. I'm just an airhead with no memory. ^_^
I was just skimming through my Young Adult folder...
I woke up in the arms of the biggest football player ever to grace the Sam Houston High Coyotes with his talent and sheer mass. This guy was huge. He should have had a moon orbiting him. It was very unnerving being that high up in the air, especially when you had no idea why you were up there or when you got into this predicament.
“Hey, you’re awake!” rumbled a voice from on high.
“God?” I asked weakly. “Is that you?”
“Funny.” I was shifted until I could look up into Flint’s broad features, which were twisted into an amused grimace. “For someone so small, you weigh a ton.”
“Thanks. You’re a gentleman among gentlemen. Uh, Flint?”
“Yeah?”
“Why are you carrying me through the hallowed halls of old Sam Houston High?”
“You don’t remember?” he asked, surprise covering his face.
“Uh-uh. I remember...being at the blackboard doing a math problem. Did I blow my last brain cell or something?”
“Nah, but it was weird.” He shifted me again, trying to get a better grip. It’s awkward holding a human body. Too many varying weight zones, I guess. “You were up there, half done, when you suddenly straightened up like you’d been hit with an electric shock, muttered something, and hit the ground dead to the world.”
“Really?”
“Yep. Couldn’t you have just said you didn’t know how to solve the problem? Would have saved me the hernia.”
“Good grief, I’ll bake you some cookies,” I muttered, grabbing his shoulders to balance myself. “Did anyone hear what I muttered?”
“Jackie said it sounded like ‘Oh, hell, not again.’”
“Oh.” I fell silent and let my head relax against his chest, hoping I wasn’t blushing.
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It’s not an easy task, flying a kite at night. For one thing, it tends to get lost against the blackness of the sky. I’ve found glow-in-the dark paint helps.
I had a rather nifty traditional style kite fluttering about against the night sky. It was rather kinda eerie. I’d used black silk and outlined a Celtic knotwork pattern in glowing green paint. It made for a great effect.
I love kites. I love making them, I love flying them, and I love them for getting me out of the house so I can better ignore my elder half-brother’s existence. Or else I make it easier for him to ignore mine. I forget who’s ignoring whom these days. Maybe it’s a joint effort...I don’t know.
You see, my parents died a year back. I got sent to live with my older sister, who was twenty-five at the time. Two months later she was killed in a liquor store robbery. Now there’s a sure-fire cure for alcoholism, huh? After that I only had one living relative left, and that was Dad’s son from his first marriage. My half-brother—Isaac. I’d met the guy all of twice in my life, and suddenly he was stuck with me.
We’re not fond of each other. So I came up with a plan. I’m not home when he’s conscious, and he doesn’t glare at me as if my life is the worst idea in existence. It works fine. I’m at school until four, I hide at the library until eight, then I sneak into the house through my bedroom window, grab whichever kite I want to fly that night, and head to the park to do just that.
Technically, the park is supposed to be closed after dark. But for some reason the cops have never bothered me about being there. I’m not drinking or doing drugs, and the town cops both know and dislike Isaac. I guess they understand why I’d rather be in the park at night flying kites than at home dealing with him. Besides, they have better things to do than bother about some weird girl flying glowing kites in the middle of the night.
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I get some weird stuff in my head sometimes...
Have you ever been looking through your files and found stuff that you have absolutely no memory of ever writing? I *hate* that. It makes me think of this YA novel I read a long time back about this boarding school somewhere that specialized in talented kids, and it turned out they were being possessed at night by ghosts of famous musicians and writers and artists and shit to finish their works.
.......nah. I'm just an airhead with no memory. ^_^
I was just skimming through my Young Adult folder...
I woke up in the arms of the biggest football player ever to grace the Sam Houston High Coyotes with his talent and sheer mass. This guy was huge. He should have had a moon orbiting him. It was very unnerving being that high up in the air, especially when you had no idea why you were up there or when you got into this predicament.
“Hey, you’re awake!” rumbled a voice from on high.
“God?” I asked weakly. “Is that you?”
“Funny.” I was shifted until I could look up into Flint’s broad features, which were twisted into an amused grimace. “For someone so small, you weigh a ton.”
“Thanks. You’re a gentleman among gentlemen. Uh, Flint?”
“Yeah?”
“Why are you carrying me through the hallowed halls of old Sam Houston High?”
“You don’t remember?” he asked, surprise covering his face.
“Uh-uh. I remember...being at the blackboard doing a math problem. Did I blow my last brain cell or something?”
“Nah, but it was weird.” He shifted me again, trying to get a better grip. It’s awkward holding a human body. Too many varying weight zones, I guess. “You were up there, half done, when you suddenly straightened up like you’d been hit with an electric shock, muttered something, and hit the ground dead to the world.”
“Really?”
“Yep. Couldn’t you have just said you didn’t know how to solve the problem? Would have saved me the hernia.”
“Good grief, I’ll bake you some cookies,” I muttered, grabbing his shoulders to balance myself. “Did anyone hear what I muttered?”
“Jackie said it sounded like ‘Oh, hell, not again.’”
“Oh.” I fell silent and let my head relax against his chest, hoping I wasn’t blushing.
_________________________________
It’s not an easy task, flying a kite at night. For one thing, it tends to get lost against the blackness of the sky. I’ve found glow-in-the dark paint helps.
I had a rather nifty traditional style kite fluttering about against the night sky. It was rather kinda eerie. I’d used black silk and outlined a Celtic knotwork pattern in glowing green paint. It made for a great effect.
I love kites. I love making them, I love flying them, and I love them for getting me out of the house so I can better ignore my elder half-brother’s existence. Or else I make it easier for him to ignore mine. I forget who’s ignoring whom these days. Maybe it’s a joint effort...I don’t know.
You see, my parents died a year back. I got sent to live with my older sister, who was twenty-five at the time. Two months later she was killed in a liquor store robbery. Now there’s a sure-fire cure for alcoholism, huh? After that I only had one living relative left, and that was Dad’s son from his first marriage. My half-brother—Isaac. I’d met the guy all of twice in my life, and suddenly he was stuck with me.
We’re not fond of each other. So I came up with a plan. I’m not home when he’s conscious, and he doesn’t glare at me as if my life is the worst idea in existence. It works fine. I’m at school until four, I hide at the library until eight, then I sneak into the house through my bedroom window, grab whichever kite I want to fly that night, and head to the park to do just that.
Technically, the park is supposed to be closed after dark. But for some reason the cops have never bothered me about being there. I’m not drinking or doing drugs, and the town cops both know and dislike Isaac. I guess they understand why I’d rather be in the park at night flying kites than at home dealing with him. Besides, they have better things to do than bother about some weird girl flying glowing kites in the middle of the night.
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I get some weird stuff in my head sometimes...
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Date: 2003-02-16 08:14 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-02-16 09:34 pm (UTC). . I like Flint. ^^
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Date: 2003-02-17 08:09 am (UTC)