Story #75 - That opening sentence

OMG! I just read read this book, like right now finished the 5th page and this author is totally blowing my mind. Really, you know?
I wanna read faster to see how the story goes. But I don't have the patience. This reading thing is kinda boring. First time I'm reading something other than Facebook statuses and I don't have the patience to finish it.
I think I'll take these character's names and put them in Facebook status stories and maybe somebody will like them.
And I have the perfect opening line.
"It was a dark and stormy night."
Hmm...
I think I heard that one before.
"Once upon a time."
Nope. Doesn't quite work.
"This man is a man."
Yeah. That'll do.

Story #74 - Just another day

Just another day. That's what was supposed to be. Just another one.
Talking and making bad jokes among guys is something that happened all the time.
We were one of those underprivileged places where girls didn't really step inside, but when they did they weren't hot. No, scratch that. They weren't even cute. Or nice. Bitchy girls with an agenda to complain about their life and nobody here to give a damn.
Then she came in. Hair like autumn leaves, making her figure look like a bloomed bouquet. A smile that could make you forget what you were talking about, that could make you forget you had your mouth open. That could make you forget you had bills to pay.
She approached the counter with a gentle manner, still smiling like she meant it. Her eyes were glowing.
"Hi," I said.
"Hello," she said, in a soft tone able to mush the fiercest of men and turn them into puppy-eyed children.
"Can I ask you out?" As soon as I said that a voice in my head started yelling with an echo. Can't remember what it said. I'm pretty sure it was along the lines of me being sane.
She giggled. My knees almost buckled at that sound. "You're nice. And I'd like to accept it. I'm afraid I cannot." She showed me her ring finger with a ring on it.
"There's absolutely no way you will change your mind, right?"
She shook her head, still smiling.
"At least I tried."
"Exactly. Now you can feel better."
"I would've been ecstatic if you'd've said yes."
"I'm pretty sure you'll find one soon enough."

Falling for one, getting rejected. Fun day. How was yours?

Story #73 - A stupid surprise

On a cold and damp night I decided to walk outside.

It was the kind of weather where you want to stay indoors, with a blanket over you, eating something sweet, or drinking something hot, not where if you walk for 5 meters your shoes would get filled with water and you'd be too annoyed to get back inside to change socks. 

But I had somewhere to go.

I arrived at the place; a pub. The lights were off; candles instead. I felt like I was in the dark ages. I'm pretty sure they had the same feeling when I came in and most of the candlelight vanished. Someone screamed. Someone yelled "Idiot! It's only Dave." Then I heard an "Oh."

I turned on my phone's flashlight and guided myself to the group. We had Jim, Mary, and Carl. We needed the fifth member, Rosie.

"What's going on?" I say.

"Bloody power's been cut," Jim says.

"Are we the only ones here?"

"And the bartenders."

"Right. Should we postpone it, then?"

"Don't be daft. We can still make it work," says Carl.

"Okay."

"Oh, when is she coming? I need to go to the loo," says Mary.

"Go then," says Jim.

"I can't. I have to wait and do it."

"Fine. Then don't complain."

Everybody became silent. 

There were footsteps on the outside. Only four candles were on, and those were on the sides. Everybody was in the dark. 

The door opened.

"Hello?" A frightened female voice spoke. "Is anybody here?"

I turned on my phone's flashlight and put the light straight into her eyes.

"Hey, quit it."

The others followed my lead. 

"Oi." She became enraged. "I'm leaving. I didn't know this was a cult. I came because..."

"You were invited, plonker," Jim said. "It's yer birthday and this is our surprise. In the dark."

 We turned our phone's flashlight towards our faces and we probably looked creepy since all she could do was stare. 

"You're all morons. You ruined my birthday with this crap," Rosie said and dashed away with her head down.

"Do you reckon we should go after her?" Carl said.

"You go, I'm going to the loo," Mary said.

Me and the two other guys stared at each other, shrugged, turned to the bartender.

"Give us a pint of something nice. We're celebrating. We lost the fifth wheel. Now we can go out like normal couples," said Jim.

Story #72 - Some guys are like girls

"Will you come on already?"
"What?"
"You've been looking at those damn teddy bears for over five minutes now."
"They're cute."
"They are, but we pass by them every time we come in this supermarket, and every time we get near the stupid counter to pay for our stuff, you find something bland that gets your eyes."
"Like you don't stop and stare while you go around the aisles?"
"Not as much as you. Jeez. When I had girlfriends I go shopping with them and they'd drive me crazy because they'd do what you're doing now, except in a lighter voice. Then I decided to try out guys to see how they were. And all of them were organized. Hell, some were even more than me."
"So what happened there?"
"I'm not sure myself. All I know is that you're starting to act like a girl for some reason."
"Maybe I have a feminine touch about me."
"The only feminine thing about you is your mom."
"Hmph. Guess I'll buy this bear so I can have something else feminine about me."
"Come on already."
"We are such a couple."
"We are, now can we move a bit faster, please?"
"Why are you in such a rush?"
"You'll see when we get home."
"You're such a nice asshole, aren't you?"
"Are there such creatures?"
"You are definitely one."
"I'm not sure if that's a compliment or not."
"It is. Well, if that got you sour, then I won't say anything until we get home."
"Okay."

Story #71 - That feeling of emptiness

Have you ever felt empty after you came from a grocery spree? I'm pretty sure you have.
You roamed those aisles in search of the genie's lamp, knowingly that it wouldn't happen. But you're always hoping. You're a believer, even though you go in these places at least once a week, you still hope for something magical to appear out of thin packaging.
And if you don't go through the same lanes three times a trip, you're not going to feel satisfied.
Then, when you're confident you've picked out everything you need, you go to the counter to spend you're earned money, the ones where you spend time you don't necessarily want, and pay for the mostly rubbish items you buy.
As soon as you go through the store's doors, you feel disheartened.
When you arrive home and check the baggage, you realize two things. The first one being that you bought fewer things than you thought. The second being that you forgot to purchase something.
So you get annoyed. So annoyed that you go to a local grocery and buy a couple of bottles of beer, come back home and down them faster than it'd take you to empty the your first bags.
Then you feel sad, disgruntled, and wonder what the hell you're doing with your money.
You'll keep wondering until the next time you go buy crap you don't need. And you'll buy more beer, and feel even sadder.

Story #70 - Girl with a crush

There was this girl who liked a boy. Whenever she was near him, she'd blush, lower hear eyes and refuse to say a word. Even if asked. Then she'd retreat and spend time by herself.
Sometimes she would be talking to herself, looking to her left and to her right, even punching the air to her left, then move on.
That boy soon found a special someone, and she was saddened. She failed to show at work for the next four days. Although an important cog, nobody noticed her absence. When the boss called to find out, she said she was sick, and he demanded a doctor's note upon arrival.
She was disappointed that no coworker gave her at least a text message, and it made her change her mind. About her job, about the boy, about life.
While downstairs, wanting to go out to buy ice cream, her friend rang the bell. She was surprised and asked her why she was present. Her friend said that she noticed she felt down the last couple of days when her wasn't replying on her social media accounts. She figured something was up and decided to come in with her favorite desert, a lemon cheesecake.
She hugged her friend and they spent the next three hours talking about it all. Her friend told her that she shouldn't feel sad or bad or worried about that boy because she didn't make him an offer. If she would have been rejected, things would've stood differently, but as they are, she should feel good about herself for liking someone in a long time.
Smiling, and with the day off still, she decided to reward her friend with a trip to the movies. That's where she met someone.

Story #69 - Only blabla and yadda yadda

I walking up and down the streets every day, going left and right, juggling between people moving aimlessly, trying to reach their destination, some fast as a lynx, others slow as a cat about to fall asleep. I don't know where they're going. I can guess, though.
What I'd like to know is what they say.
I only hear "blabla" from the guys, and "yadda yadda" from the gals. And the weird thing is that they understand each other. They laugh, they smile, they growl, they smirk, they snog, they frown, they shout.
I'd like that to happen to me, too.
I'm probably the only person that can talk in a language, and it's hard to communicate. Even with my folks and colleagues.
Good thing I know sign language.

Story #68 - What's this love thing about? (final part)

Indeed we had. We took things slow that night. We went to a movie. I don't remember what it was. I only know that we held hands for parts of it. We kissed for some other parts, then left and came back during other parts, before we left for good.
We walked around for most of the night. Sat on a bench in Green Park until the sunrise came. We heard the ducks quack and even heard some foxes about. Don't know what they were doing, though. Sounded like they were dying or killing something. It was horrible.
But don't think that it got us down. We simply changed location in the park. We went from near the pond to a place closer to the trees. There were some squirrels about, which we tried to flash in some pictures, yet they were too fast for our tired hands.
Didn't matter. We were together.
And once that sun rose, we fell asleep, with our heads against one another.
We caught a cold when we woke up, and that was a good thing. It allowed us to spend more time together, away from work.