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Why Superman Could Never Find a Phone Book – (Chapter: 10: Now Is the Winter of Our Discontent)
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"Now is the Winter of Our Discontent,
Made Glorious Summer by this Sun of York"
Shakespeare’s Richard III, Act 1, sc. i
The moonlight shone off the upper portion of the windshield, illuminating the dashboard of Dodger’s van. Two empty soda cans, a torn bag of Fun-Yuns and a wooden paddleball racquet, the string hanging limply, rested on the dash above Dodger’s hands that grasped on the steering wheel. His right hand tapped in time to the rhythm of some unfamiliar song that blared from the house half a block away.
Ashley had reclined the seat, her body stiff, staring upward at the ceiling, studying a tear in the faded upholstery that resembled the head of Abraham Lincoln…or a sheep, she couldn’t decide. Ashley contemplated asking Dodger to give her a beer and they could spend the evening parked on the side of the road plucking shapes into his van and arguing over what it resembled.
Dodger glanced over at Ashley, awaiting her move. Her sash belt was still intertwined with her seatbelt, and on a whim he jerked his hand towards Ashley’s waist. Startled, Ashley instinctually clasped her arms over her breasts and rolled awkwardly towards the door.
Dodger’s hand rested in midair and then retreated back to his side.
“Jeez, Ash, what’s your problem?”
“What are you doing?”
“Your belt…it’s tangled. I was gonna fix it for you.”
Silence permeated the vehicle. The awkwardness immediately faded as a loud thump hit the side of Dodger’s van. Both friends jumped at the noise, Ashley grasping for her seatbelt ready to flee if the situation required.
A hand slapped against the driver’s side window, slowly dragging downwards along the glass, creating an annoying screeching sound. A face suddenly shot up to the window, and a lanky figure emerged, attempted to walk forward straight into the far side of the van, and then rolled off the stubby hood onto the asphalt.
Opening his door, the pungent aroma of vomit entered the van, attacking Ashley’s nostrils, as she practically clawed her way out of Dodger’s van.
The two met outside, studying the tangled heap that lay dormant underneath the front left tire.
“Who the hell is that?”
Dodger leaned down and glanced at the boy’s face, careful not to step in any excrement. The boy was moaning softly, something about tequila and a chick named Julie.
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First of all, your screen name is very funny. (peglegmeg. heeheehee!) And I’m sorry to ask you this, but I feel kind of required to. Are you OK? I mean, this story is great so far and I’m really enjoying it, but it is also very dark. Maybe that’s just the way you write, though. I don’t know for sure. I just hope that you’re not writing this way because you’re depressed. Anyway, regarding the story, I’d love to read more from you. As dark as it is, I can’t wait for more :)
I love your story. very very intresting. I’m a little confused with some of the jumping around but, dosen’t make me stop reading. (that’s probably just me anyways) cause you know what your doing. which leads me to believe, someone has had writting or is in writting classes. am i right? hope you post more tomorrow. I think i’m your #1 fan. I know I am! post more please!
LOL. No, I am not depressed. The story is just quite deep. I know transitions can be rather jarring from time to time in between posts, however it will all make sense in the end. This fic is about survival and personal acceptance, and this will be expressed more clearly as it progresses. Dark, yes, but there is a giant white light at the end of the tunnel, folks.And the Donnie Darko comparison comment ROCKS MY WORLD.check me out of MySpace if yah want. “Peg Leg Meg” aaarrrghhhh, matey!
First of all, your screen name is very funny. (peglegmeg. heeheehee!) And I’m sorry to ask you this, but I feel kind of required to. Are you OK? I mean, this story is great so far and I’m really enjoying it, but it is also very dark. Maybe that’s just the way you write, though. I don’t know for sure. I just hope that you’re not writing this way because you’re depressed. Anyway, regarding the story, I’d love to read more from you. As dark as it is, I can’t wait for more :)
I love your story. very very intresting. I’m a little confused with some of the jumping around but, dosen’t make me stop reading. (that’s probably just me anyways) cause you know what your doing. which leads me to believe, someone has had writting or is in writting classes. am i right? hope you post more tomorrow. I think i’m your #1 fan. I know I am! post more please!
LOL. No, I am not depressed. The story is just quite deep. I know transitions can be rather jarring from time to time in between posts, however it will all make sense in the end. This fic is about survival and personal acceptance, and this will be expressed more clearly as it progresses. Dark, yes, but there is a giant white light at the end of the tunnel, folks.And the Donnie Darko comparison comment ROCKS MY WORLD.check me out of MySpace if yah want. “Peg Leg Meg” aaarrrghhhh, matey!