Violent Delights

I was sitting on a bus and watching the people around me. An old couple. Young lovers. A silent boy with his hoodie drawn up. A young girl wearing a floral dress showing her mum the things outside the window. I’m always very observant when watching a scene like this. I shouldn’t compare, but I do.

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Mark and Harvest walked through an empty field at sunrise. It was still. Quiet.
‘Nothing happened then.’ Mark concluded
‘I wouldn’t say that it was completely uneventful,’ Harvest smiled back at him.
‘Thank God it wasn’t too eventful,’ Mark sighed, ‘I would have snapped from the pressure.’
Mark flexed his arms as they walked. It felt good to have the cool morning sunlight prickling his skin. He looked across at Harvest. He looked more handsome than usual, with the golden light landing softly on his white striped fur
‘So you knew? You knew it would turn out fine?’ Mark realised.
‘Not everything is as you would like it to be,’ Harvest mused.
‘But nothing bad happened. Nothing changed at all! Why didn’t you tell me?’
‘You know I can’t tell you what happens’
‘But why were you so upset? It’s almost like you didn’t know!’
‘If I spent all my time living the end of the journey, I wouldn’t be as capable to help you along it. I would never change. I try to live and experience your present as if it hasn’t already happened for me. I’m just here to feel, watch and guide.’
‘So you keep saying’
They continued to walk through the seemingly never ending field, the green flatness stretching on forever. Unchanging. Then the ground started to rumble under their legs, and began shaking. Harvest smiled and tensed his body.
‘Something’s happening,’ Mark said.
‘So it is,’ Harvest replied.

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“So what happens now?” Mark Said.

The Tiger sat next to him on the hillside, contemplating. They were both looking down into the valley, filled with all of Mark’s achievements. Every one of them cultivated to perfection. A single golden orb hovered above it all, casting a glorious light in the darkness. But the light was waning.

 

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I was standing in the forest with Jade. We were in our underwear. We were smiling at each at other and we didn’t quite know why. It just felt right. Suddenly she broke off in front of me, sidling away into the trees, and I had to follow. Moving together we drifted over the forest floor, Jade stopping occasionally to admire a blue flower, or talk to a squirrel friend that she had made. It didn’t bother me in the slightest when they talked back. If a being of nature was going to talk to anyone comfortably it would be Jade.

 

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I take another sip of my bourbon & coke of course!
and then i take out my phone and text someone who i wish was there

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I crouched down in the middle of the floor and ran my gloved fingers over the dry paint. It remained smooth and uncracked, a small sea of red and orange in the centre of the warehouse. It’s getting closer now, but it’s been well worth the wait. I feel my arms twitching with the tension I’ve grown to know so well, my skin almost warm with the promise of coming fire, almost shaking as I run my hands back and forth over the passionate lines of paint.  

I am here, as I have been to so many places before, to quench the burning need that is my pyromania. But it’s not as simple as starting a fire in the backyard, it’s a form of art. Sure I could feel a sense of calm and being just watching the flames lick at a few logs, but it wouldn’t be enough. It wouldn’t tide me over until my next hit. The need would come screaming through my veins as strong as it ever was. No, I need something bigger, more meaningful. Something people will see. The worlds a stage and I am the fire twirler. Nimbly twisting my fingers and controlling dark forces around me, seeing it reflected in the eyes of my audience.

 

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She sat, cuddled up on the armchair in the front room, reading her book. Her feet drawn up under her, fitting into their usual groove. As the light filtered in the window she knew that she felt familiar here, sipping on her favourite drink. There was a level of cosiness and belonging in this place that she knew she didn’t feel anywhere else. She often felt that it was like the house had chosen her, as much as she had chosen it.
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…High school sucked.

Plain and simple. If it wasn’t for the fact that I actually got released at the end of the day I wouldn’t have survived the first few years. And it wasn’t just the overbearing workload, the disciplinary system, or the teachers that somehow became so disillusioned that they thought their position came with a God Complex, it was the changes in the people. It was noticeable in the last few years of primary school, but the minute high school began it kicked up a notch. Everyone seemed to think that they had to belong to a group. In fact my year had segregated itself into so many groups it was hard to keep track.

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After Emma left I lead a few Pirate Raids myself. By now only the younger kids were playing with me, several of them fascinated by the game having never played it before. It was refreshing to watch their youthful excitement, beaming with joy as they bounced around the ship. I tried to feel the excitement through them, finding it hard to watch them and not envy that time that they were still a part of. They didn’t even seem to notice that I wasn’t a very good captain.
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