I’m not much of a writer but I do like to think of ideas. I just wish I knew how to write them down and create something out of it. So to test it out, here’s a little something for all of you. Enjoy.
How do you know the reason behind someone’s own death when no one knows? You can’t, but this is a short story of a boy who sought out to this dreadful journey to find the story of his dear brother’s death.
They were twins. Same parents, same month, day, and year. They were the “IDEAL” twins. Finding a difference between them would be inevitable. They were close and did most of their activities together. They shared a common interest in life and that was music. As they grew and got older John became distant. Tim took it as a way of life. That, as you get older, you acquire more of life on the silver platter. As months passed by, Tim was hearing less and less from John. He began to worry and had told John to not be too stressed in the things in life and that he should relax a bit. John agreed and had arranged for them to get together. Friday night was a perfect night. The shimmering light of a full moon lit up the streets. The billions of stars flickering in the sky was a sight to see. Tim approached the door and proceeded to knock. No answer. He called John’s phone. Straight to voice mail. Tim peeked into the window and noticed everything set up. Table was made, food already prepared, and their favorite music was playing. Tim had known where John always kept a spare key. He searched for it and when he did, entered the apartment. He called out to his brother to see if he was home. Still no answer. He had placed his belongings down to the side and walked towards John’s room. The closet door was open and the light was on. He looked inside and saw a horrific sight. He was out of breath and had no words to say. It was as if the wind had crept it and took it all away. He was gone, John, was dead…
Few months had gone by and Tim still mourned for his brother’s death. It was a mystery to him. What was John’s motive? Who could have caused such pain to make him do this? On their 21st birthday, Tim went and visited John’s grave. He dropped off a few flowers and a pamphlet to an orchestra that Tim was starring in. He kept speaking to the tomb asking why. Tim reached out to the tomb and grabbed it and was sucked into a trance. He was inside his brother months before he died. He saw everything. John had a beautiful girlfriend who had a baby coming their way. They were on their way to the hospital to find out if the child were to be a boy or a girl until they had got into a fatal accident. John had suffered from a few minor injuries but his girlfriend, she died on impact.
Tim was back to reality. He wondered why John never told anyone about this, not even his own brother. He wanted to know more so he grabbed the tomb again and was back into the trance.
John was looking down at his phone and was reading the text that Tim had sent on that Friday night. John had set everything up and walked straight to his room. He was sitting at the edge of his bed holding a picture of his girlfriend. Tears had rushed down his face and drops fell onto the frame. Tim heard his brother say “Soon my dear. We will be together again with our child by our side.” John placed the picture to the side and got into the closet. He pulled out his favorite suit that he wore during his and Tim’s high school performance. He had brushed off the dust and straightened his tie. Looked at the mirror and smiled. He was thinking about the final performance and how happy he was to see the woman that was to have his child. He teared when he saw a picture of Tim and his self taped to the mirror in the same suit. He placed a CD into the music player that had that night’s performance on it. John and Tim were playing a duet that they had composed with each other. The sound of them both playing right after the other was as if they were talking to each other and were speaking their feelings for one another and when they became unison, it was as if their bond became even stronger. John grabbed some rope and tight it around his neck. He kicked off the stool and in an instant, was gone. 30 minutes passed and that’s when Tim arrived and saw the motionless body of his brother hanging with the music of their composed duet.
Sometimes, you never really know what’s going on in people’s life. You just got to take the time to find out. Be their light in life. The hand that will pick them up.
never thought I’d be on this again :)
“It’s Been An Adventure, Mr. Fredricksen.”
“Adventure Is Out There!”
Someone asked me to post these two companion pieces together so it was easier to reblog them.
THIS WAS NOT OKAY
HE’S STILL WEARING THE ELLIE BADGE
Sounds like someone has a case of “nice guy” syndrome :P
misogynists masquerading as “nice guys”
nope and nope
Sooooo… is the message the Nice Guy™ photoshop wizard is trying to convey that “Good Guys” are an alien species that feels entitled to invade the women’s space for its own edification, while the “Asshole” is a companion species that offers a mutually beneficial relationship?
They may have accidentally had a moment of self-awareness.
Pretty sure the “good guy” also eats those fish, hence why they’re avoiding him. The “asshole” doesn’t eat those fish and is pretty gentle to them, hence why they feel safe enough to hold onto them. What a nice asshole.
I expected this post to be so bad
And it was so good
Accidental irony is so, so delicious.
well the point here was that girls tend to avoid the nice guy and they always go after the asshole. but yes, in reality, sometimes the “nice guy” is in fact, the asshole in disguise. using shit like this to gain sympathy and claim that he is, in fact, a “nice guy”, which is what assholes tend to do. the “asshole” here in the picture is the real “nice guy”. he doesn’t even do anything to the girls, in fact, he benefits them, that’s why they stick to him.
You don’t have to be an asshole to get women. But sitting around and moping that you’re “not like other guys” and that you “treat women right”, but have no qualities nor the effort to actually go out there and try to attract a woman, that’s why your ass is alone. No one cares that you’re a sweet and friendly guy, no one cares that you always remember your grandmother’s birthday, and no one cares that you’ll always have their back. Everyone takes everyone and everything for granted, and unfortunately, not even just women, but people in general, only care about what they can get out of you. So get off your ass and start working out. Work on your image and be a better man. The “asshole” isn’t always an asshole, sometimes the “asshole” is just some regular guy who knows where he’s going in life.
Do you know where you’re going ? Okay, so shut the fuck up and get to it, “nice guy”.