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Across The Deep Blue"Faggot!" One of them shouted at me, kicking my back one last time before leaving with the rest of his own friends. All I did was lie on the ground, crying silently to myself.
Yes, I'm gay, and I'm not afraid to admit it. Unfortunately, not many people accepted me as I was. In high school, I didn't have many guy friends. Mainly girl friends, who were willing to let me hang out with them.
Maybe I came on as being gay a little too strongly. Around the middle of the second semester of my Senior year in high school, I started having a crush on a transfer student from the United States, whose name was Aki Koda. He looked completely Japanese (as I found out later, he was one-hundred percent Japanese like the rest of us), so he fit in perfectly. Dark brown hair, with a bright blonde highlight in one of his bangs. Perfectly sloped jawline, very slightly jutted forward. When he let his eyes relax, they seemed to pierce right through you. I loved his hazel eyes. . .
But, he never seemed to notic
Like Quicksilver - HomeThe Reenactment
"Well, this is my home, Zain," I said as I opened the door to my house. I reached around the door frame for a light switch, and soon the room was illuminated by the softly glowing fluorescents above. Zain was silent as I put down my briefcase and car keys and took off my jacket. He seemed to just be taking in the new surroundings, so I let him be for a while.
"You have a very nice home, Mr. Koda," Zain told me after a few minutes.
"Thanks, Zain. Make yourself at home," I said, now walking past my living room and into the master bedroom down the hallway as I loosened my tie. "I'm gonna go change clothes, Zain. You can watch some TV if you want. The remote's on the coffee table."
"What's a TV?" Zain asked me before I closed the door to the bedroom.
I leaned out the door slowly, staring at him. "Is that a serious question?" I asked in disbelief.
"Yes," Zain replied. His straight face seemed to support his answer very strongly.
"Well, what kind of teenager doesn't kn
Tiny ArmyGrey clouds fill the sky,
Cold winds chill my skin,
The sounds of howling rushing past my ears,
They worked in unison today.
I looked up to the sky,
And to my amazement,
Watched a tiny, watery army,
come down upon my body.
They pelted me with blows,
Hitting me as hard as they could.
They chilled me to the core,
Soaking me through and through.
A General above gave out the orders
By way of the howling wind,
And sent down more troops
With the clouds as his carriers.
I sought out shelter by any means,
A brick wall?
Yes, the tree shall suffice.
They kept coming down harder,
More soldiers trying to attack me.
But I, being smarter,
Found a great fortress, impenetrable.
The army saw I was protected nicely,
Unable to infiltrate my mighty fortress.
In defeat they retreated,
But their general howled at me,
"We'll get you one day!"
Reenactment: An ExcerptZain put his finger on one book, and pulled it out. It was one of Shakespeare's most famous works, Romeo And Juliet. He flipped past a few pages, and began reciting a few lines.
"Oh, speak again, bright angel, for thou art as glorious to this night, being o'er my head, as is a winged messenger of heaven unto the white-upturned wond'ring eyes of mortals that fall back to gaze on him, when he bestrides the lazy puffing clouds and sails upon the bosom of the air." Zain stopped reading, and looked at me, a smile on his face. "Do you know what was said next?"
I simply crossed my arms and leaned against the door frame, listening to Zain's little monologue.
He continued on. "Oh Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn, my love, and I'll no longer be a Capulet." Zain made dramatic gestures as he moved about the small room, playing the part of Juliet now.
" 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy. Thou art thyself, though
How It Began"God, your two o'clock is here."
"I have a two o'clock?"
"He's been here since 7:45. I figured it's only polite to... sir."
God sighed. "Fine, send him in."
While He waited God cleared His desk of papers and blueprints; no need for outsiders to see His plans. Soon enough the door to His office opened and God stood, smiled, held out a hand towards one of the two visitor's chairs.
"God! Great stuff you're doing in sector 2-7-0! Great stuff!"
The man's hands were clammy, his handshake limp. Rumpled suit, porkpie hat, briefcase... oh Jes-- oh dear, a salesman. God's smile slipped a little but He soldiered on gamely. With luck He could shoo the poor guy away in a few minutes.
"So, what can I do for you?"
The man sat, briefcase across his knees. "Sector 2-7-0! Everyone's talking about it! What do you call it? Man and merman?"
"Man and woman, actually. And thanks. But we're pretty busy around here, and..."
"Oh! Right! No time for the wicked, eh?" The salesman winked and popped his briefcase,
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