This is a new story I am working on, please let me know if you found it interesting or intruiging. If I need to change anything, mistakes etc.
Sometimes, Grin wakes up thinking that the sun is gone. And that plays on his fear that some sort of apocalypse has occurred. He opens his eyes and blinks, but realizes that it looks the same with them closed.
There’s no light.
Perhaps there’s no sun.
Then he thinks, with a shock of panic in his gut, he has gone blind. It would make more sense that this absence of light is more his fault than the solar system’s. It’s always much easier to pin awful things on one man opposed to a world of them. This makes him think about something Gem had said once watching the evening news.
“Godd*mn politics…it’s a load of crap! We’re always putting the blame on the people with faces. You know, like that guy-” he pointed to the headshot of a tired looking old man who was standing at a podium. “- like he’s the reason why the world’s so f*cked up. But it’s not even them, it’s the whole population.”
Gem was fierce with his arguments. The funny thing was, Grin hadn’t even meant to prompt a debate. Sometimes, Gem just took things too far and he ended up alienating a whole lot of people. Really, Grin liked to humour him because he liked the sound of passion. Not fake, I-love-you-Romeo-and-Juliet-epic-romance passion, but the kind of passion you see when there’s a guy with a megaphone and a memorised speech of empowerment. He often told Gem to join an activist group or something, so he would have someone more than Grin to express his “passion” to. He imagines Gem with a megaphone, too, how disastrous and amazing that would be.
His stomach plummets once more in the darkness. He’s forgotten again this morning, about everything.
He’s forgotten about Gem.
He’s forgotten about the posters that are still hanging up outside his apartment. The image of their smeared ink words fresh in his mind.
HAVE YOU SEEN THIS MAN?
yeah, I guess it is a little bit ramble-y.
I'm not really trying to be "adult" or "preteen" here. I guess it's a little more mature than the little kid stuff
Sometimes, Grin wakes up thinking that the sun is gone. And that plays on his fear that some sort of apocalypse has occurred. He opens his eyes and blinks, but realizes that it looks the same with them closed.
There’s no light.
Perhaps there’s no sun.
Then he thinks, with a shock of panic in his gut, he has gone blind. It would make more sense that this absence of light is more his fault than the solar system’s. It’s always much easier to pin awful things on one man opposed to a world of them. This makes him think about something Gem had said once watching the evening news.
“Godd*mn politics…it’s a load of crap! We’re always putting the blame on the people with faces. You know, like that guy-” he pointed to the headshot of a tired looking old man who was standing at a podium. “- like he’s the reason why the world’s so f*cked up. But it’s not even them, it’s the whole population.”
Gem was fierce with his arguments. The funny thing was, Grin hadn’t even meant to prompt a debate. Sometimes, Gem just took things too far and he ended up alienating a whole lot of people. Really, Grin liked to humour him because he liked the sound of passion. Not fake, I-love-you-Romeo-and-Juliet-epic-romance passion, but the kind of passion you see when there’s a guy with a megaphone and a memorised speech of empowerment. He often told Gem to join an activist group or something, so he would have someone more than Grin to express his “passion” to. He imagines Gem with a megaphone, too, how disastrous and amazing that would be.
His stomach plummets once more in the darkness. He’s forgotten again this morning, about everything.
He’s forgotten about Gem.
He’s forgotten about the posters that are still hanging up outside his apartment. The image of their smeared ink words fresh in his mind.
HAVE YOU SEEN THIS MAN?
yeah, I guess it is a little bit ramble-y.
I'm not really trying to be "adult" or "preteen" here. I guess it's a little more mature than the little kid stuff