You’re sitting near a highway, but
Not by it, and the
Wind comes by in bursts - well,
Buffets, lightly, loosely,
From your cheek to grass, and
It’s warm enough, there’s time enough, the
Bench is hot but fine enough, there’s
Sand somewhere, and flowers here, not
That you think of that, no,
Your thoughts are full of parking lots, for
Waterfalls and waterparks, you’re
Too old for the waterparks, you’re
Driving there too fast, these
Are all the things you’re doing, in
Your head, which stays upon the table
Looking out the window, at
A street that’s icy black, but
The warm wind by the highway does
It’s coming back.
The warm wind by the highway’s
Right, is everybody here? No, like, I mean it, like, everybody. Because, like, you don’t wanna be that guy, right? That one guy who wasn’t there when the ashes got poured? Can you imagine how shitty that would be? Right? Right. So everyone’s here? Okay, good, so – what? Jesus shit, Jeff? Where’s Jeff? Traffic? He’s stuck in traffic? This is a fucking skate park. He can skate here. Oh, well, yeah, he does live pretty far away, so – okay
Um, well, shit.
Anyone wanna talk?
Like, about him.
No, not Jeff.
Anyone wanna speak? Fine, I’ll go. Um, well, shit. Aaron was…tall. No, hold on. He was, like, taller than me, when I met him, and then later I hit that growth spurt and he wasn’t anymore, but it still just…felt like it, right? You ever meet someone like that? Someone who you’ll always think knows more than you, whether or not they do, or whether or not you’re ever gonna actually tell them? Cuz fuck knows the last thing Aaron needed was another reason to be cocky. So nobody tell him I said this, right? Right. Okay.
Sam, put your helmet on, okay? No, it’s not a pussy thing, you’re the pussy, Jesus. It’s just, the last thing we need is for you to be going down the ramp and pouring out the ashes and it’s all awesome and shit and then you fall and you’re not wearing your helmet and then we need to pour two urns, right? Is that what you want? Right?
I guess we should thank Aaron’s mom. I mean, uh, Ms. Hernandez. I mean, uh, Lisa. I mean…thanks, right? For letting this happen. And, uh, sorry for the language, I guess. And for that thing with the window that one time. And, uh, for Aaron. But mostly thanks. For letting us do this.
And, you know, for Aaro-
Jesus, Jeff, now you’re here? We were having a fucking moment. Shit. Well, okay, everyone’s here, right? Someone wanna get this on video? On, uh, their phone, I guess? That’s not stupid, right? I mean, I don’t think it’s stupid.
Alright, great, let’s uh…let’s get this baby open.
Uh. Sorry, Ms. Hernandez.
Alright, you’ve got the ashes? Great, Ms. Hernandez. I, uh, I guess I don’t need to talk anymore.
Oh, really? Well, uh, you’re welcome, I think. I mean, uh, sorry. I mean, uh, thanks.
This is a MELODY to go with a SONG whose LYRICS I wrote for a MUSICAL that will ideally be going up in the SPRING featuring this song sung by the FEMALE LEAD but with a DIFFERENT MELODY because I made up this melody JUST NOW for an AUDITION FOR A THING where I have to show SOME OF MY WRITING and I really like THESE LYRICS but I really CAN NOT SING and I am NOT THE SHOW COMPOSER and/so/but HERE WE ARE (okay that all got a bit excessive).
Lyrics under ‘read more’ in case you can not hear me (see above re: CAN NOT SING).EDIT: oh just kidding you can’t do a ‘read more’ in video posts. strain your ears. or avert them. asdfghjkl.**
*not a keyboard smash. Actual title of song.
** get it
I fall backwards into the mattress. Great, it’s sweaty. Or I’m sweaty. Great.
“How was that?”
“What?” I turn my gaze from the window – which, since I’m on my back, means I’m looking at the ceiling.
“I said, how-”
“Oh. Yeah. Fine.”
There’s just breathing. Breathing, and the frogs outside the window. The pointlessly open window.
“You don’t sound-”
No way around it, then.
“Well,” I say, “you’re a bit…moist.”
A pause. The air grows tense.
“You know, there’s…there’s a moisture to it. To, uh, you.”
Now the air is clearly just sulking.
“Okay, well, is there something I can do different?”
I can’t help myself, I’m thinking about November. The way it nips, the way it cuts you on all sides like you’re a paper doll being snipped out of the universe with a pair of cold safety scissors.
“You could try…biting,” I say.
Really, it’s like talking to a wall. An echoing wall. An echoing ceiling. I regret the simile.
“Biting. Nipping. Something a little…sharper.”
“Okay, I can try that.” But the air doesn’t sound hopeful, and he knows it, and he knows I know it, and now he’s upset.
“What do you want me to do?” he snaps. “I’m supposed to be muggy! Don’t you think I get sick of it? You college boys are all the same – ‘oh, I can’t wait for the fall,’ ‘ooh, I want that crisp October air-‘”
“November,” I mutter, but I’m not sure he hears, thank God.
“-‘ooohh, I can’t wait to wear fucking scarves.’ Well, I’m done, okay? Your dog days are over. Congrats.”
I’ve closed my eyes by this point, so all I hear is the slamming shut of the window, and then the petulant whirr of the oscillating fan.
God, I can’t wait for school to start.
Hey! This is a story about the end of the world and the fear of giant spiders and also commitment. In a thematic twist, it is only four pages long. I wrote it because it was summer and I needed to dash something off to keep myself sane, even if it was very silly, a phrase which here means “drivel.”
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The bright side of dropping the holy talisman, Akiko reflected, was that it started emitting a high-pitched keening noise, causing the walls of the cavern to shake violently, the roof to split open, and a near-blinding light to surge through the once-dark temple. This wasn’t a good side to the situation or anything. Just a really, really bright one.
“Jesus, Kyle, are you okay?”
“Like you care!”
Oh, and they were here now, too. Great.
“Guys!” Akiko yelled over sound of falling stalag – stalact – falling stuff. “I think we’re close to the Throne of Hargl’gesh – that’s probably why the talisman’s acting up!”
And definitely not because I dropped it, she added to herself.
“Here, let me help you with that,” Zak said, running over to the glowing talisman and tossing it to Akiko. “Careful – it’s hot!”
And it was, but Akiko barely noticed over the shock of Zak’s sudden change of personality. He’d been helpful! And caring! It was enough to make you forget –
“Oh, cut it out, Zak,” Kyle snapped. “You’re just being helpful and caring to make me forget you’re such a jerk.”
“I just – could you not pressure me?” Zak was practically squealing. “I don’t mean to sound dramatic, but it’s like the walls are closing in–”
“Yeah, no, that’s actually happening,” Akiko said as she climbed over some rubble. “The walls are literally closing in on us. This is a death temple. If you guys wanted to help, that’d be appreci-”
“I know you’re scared,” Kyle said.
“Not scared,” Akiko said, “just frust-”
“But you have to trust me, Zak,” Kyle continued. “You can go out of this world alone, or we can go out of it…together.”
“Or we could survi – shit!” Akiko almost fell off of the rubble pile – the talisman had suddenly become Applebee’s-sizzling-fajitas-plate hot, just as Akiko had poked her head over the top of the pile to see a throne made of what seemed to be human skulls.
“It’s the throne!” she cried down to the bickering boys below. “We can still do this! It’s not too late!”
“We can still do this,” Kyle was telling Zak, using the same putting-your-hands-on-my-chest shit Akiko had seen him do at that one Sara Bareilles concert they’d gone to. “It’s not too late. It’s – Jesus, Zak, it’s all symbolic anyway, right? Of what we’d do if we had any chance at all of living past the next five minutes?”
“None taken!” Akiko yelled, wrapping the burning talisman in her torn-up shirt.
“I – I guess – ” Akiko could practically hear Zak’s brain overheating as he tried to figure out how to avoid making a promise without hurting Kyle’s feelings. Finally – and Akiko had to give him credit for this – he found his cop-out solution.
“Oh, shut up and kiss me,” Zak said, embracing Kyle as if the world was ending.
Which, okay, right. Akiko turned away from the scene below and focused on the throne of skulls, trying to figure out where the holy talisman had come from. But she’d allowed herself to become distracted for too long – any minute now a falling chunk of ceiling would crush her like Crystal Skull had crushed the Indiana Jones franchise, and with that, humanity’s last hope would be lost.
“Hey, does this mean-” Kyle began, before Zak pulled him back into the kiss with a sound effect best described as mmwackph.
Akiko clambered over the last few feet of the threshold, swearing as something sharp and heavy sliced open her left shoulder.
“-does this mean we’re not breaki-” Squwmwaack.
She reached the throne skull, digging her fingers into a pair of eye sockets – okay, ew, ew, ew – and pulling herself up.
“Zak, I’m beginning to feel you’re avoiding the ques-” Mwarghph.
There! Akiko saw a skull in the center of the throne with a perfectly talisman-shaped dent in its cranium. As if on cue, the talisman began to burn through its shirt wrapping, and in a moment of panic, Akiko thrust it into the throne from whence it had came. The wound in her shoulder flared up, and the pile of rubble began falling entirely apart, and an unearthly keening careened off the cavern walls, and -
“Just answer me!” Kyle screamed, finally tearing himself away from Zak’s embrace. “Are we together for life or not?”
“Fine!” Zak roared. “Yes! Sure! I love you! Forever! Whatever! Fine!”
- and then the end of the world…ended.
Kyle – whose subconscious was apparently able to block out any and all hints of insincerity in Zak’s voice – lit up with joy. Akiko – burnt, bloody, and just a bit more homophobic than she’d been ten minutes ago – collapsed into the throne, wondering if Stanford would take her off the wait-list for averting the apocalypse. And Zak just looked wanly into the distance, as if he had been given a new lease on life, about five seconds after paying off his mortgage; as if he was staring down the end of the world, and had forgotten how to blink; as if he had just woken up, and today was, really and truly, the first day of the rest of his long, long life.