In the living room.
Anastasia: Dylan. Do you want to go for a walk.
From the bedroom.
Ana: Please come with me. It’s so nice out, I want to take photos.
No response from the other room.
Dylan: I don’t want to.
Ana: Come on!
Dylan: Ugh, but Roran has just been given orders by the Narsuda, leader of the Varden to take over the seige in Arroughs, and Eragon is moving north to Dras-Leona! These are key plot points!!!
Ana: Who ARE you?
Dylan is quite a moment realizing he is no longer fourteen.
Dylan: Let me get my scarf.
It’s like a sin. James can feel it setting in, slowing his heart, just enough, while the edges of his vision start to blur. He places another pill under his tongue so it can disolve before it hits his blood stream and feeling becomes somewhat more instantanious. He shakes his head, and then the bottle to knock out two more Ativan and an Adderall. How did that get in there? He wonders for a moment, and then forgets why he even wondered as he sprawls out on Chris’s couch.
Chris is in the other room with Sal shooting up with Carla who is likely naked and probaly trying to suck one or both of their cocks to save herself from dishing out for H that she ingests tonight. Chris will probably say yes and end up paying her share so she can take her kid out to McDonalds on her visiting day. James can hear them in the other room, but they get quite.
Chris comes out and ignores James on the couch while he puts on a record. It’s the Petshop Boys, a record that Chris plays all to frequently because his roomate simply has nothing better to listen to. James argued with Chris for a few hours about how much he hates the album, but Chris is relentless, spouting facts about the city he used to live in up North and how the record was all about that. James usually ends up just listening, quietly, taking in the words and nodding at the appropriate moments. There is something soothing about Chris’ voice that slows James down the way Adderall won’t. The fact that Chris is not good with women and will always allow Carla to suck him off, making it so he usually comes up short on rent, is besides the point. He offers a kind of wisdom that Colleen could never offer her son, and for this reason James stays.
Chris leaves, but James doesn’t notice. He lays on the couch with his head at such an angle that he can see tops of the photos on the wall.
“Chris, where did you get all the pretty pictures?” James asked before he starts to black out.
James shuts his eyes without waiting for a response. Carla gags then coughs from the next room.
- Ernest Hemingway
By: Dylan Lenz
Eyelids frozen, knees fall, He waits.
Concerning Fallen Leaves
The promises of a colorful autumn and colorless winter would have moved him north, but the lipless whispers of his mother disenchanted the majesty of such a notion. He had envisioned himself sitting before some window, midday, looking on some stubborn maple as it lost the last of its leaves. He would wait while the last of its fellows departed the rough skin, then ponder the metaphysical world that filled his meandering mind. He would wonder if God were present, or just a pleasant ideal put on a shelf until tragedy struck or confidence waned. He would think of his father’s unchallenged conviction, while his fist wrapped steadfast around his leather-bound scripture with the worn gold pages. Each one dog-eared and torn as they had taught was good form in Sunday School. He would listen to the murmuring questions of Sara’s daughter, and would rake the fallen blades of that mighty maple, standing above, now devoid of its former glory, nonetheless present. Just the same he should keep pondering such, years from leaving this relentless summer.
- Mark Twain
Fishing with Zeke aka Huckleberry Finn. On the other side of the bridge there is a windy road that is great for driving fast and for fishing. The logging company holds it’s wood in a small bay before they send it to the mill to get cut. We climed out on the logs and went to the edge and fished for a few days. It was amazing. 6am wake ups, trout, 3 foot Karp, and a lot of lemonade.
By: Dylan Lenz
Colleen fell in love with Frank and the relative fame that came with him being the lone pitcher for the high school baseball team. He tried other sports, and had a knack for football, though only in a minor capacity that did not allow him to nessicarily be the star of the game. His father convinced him along with the varsity coach in his sophmore year, that he would make a great addition to the team, and could go far. Frank’s popularity was accompanied by the fact that his father owned a cabin on Lake Roosivelt and Frank would keep the more well known youth of Reardan entertained on long weekends. The fact that baseball was a minor sport in the small town didn’t make Frank anyless desirable a companion, and Colleen was happy to tag along on his coattails.