Post by chronoeclipse on May 5, 2019 22:46:06 GMT -6
Hey everyone out there in AP land. I'm launching a new This or That serialized story. Shortly i'll be posting the kind of lengthy intro but after that my entries will be much shorter and more frequent! I encourage you all to chime in with thoughts/suggestions and which path you want me to take the story!
I wrote this in the spirit of shows like shows like End of the Fucking World and Breaking Bad and films like Baby Driver and True Romance. There are a lot of references to songs the character is listening to throughout his journey. I encourage you, if you're able to, to click on the links and listen to the songs as you're reading the chapters to get a better feel for each scene.
Post by chronoeclipse on May 5, 2019 22:49:14 GMT -6
My parents named me Reed, after Lou Reed the lead singer of the Velvet Underground. He also had a pretty solid solo career. He did that song ‘Walk on the Wildside’ and I guess my parents had an idea of what my life was going to be like as I got older when they named me that.
They wouldn’t get a chance to see if they were right though. They died when I was 8.
This is me in the hospital right before I got the news. The song I was listening to, if you were wondering, was Nirvana’s cover of David Bowie’s ‘The Man Who Sold the World’ off of their MTV Unplugged in New York album… I’m too young to really remember MTV as anything other than a station that plays trashy reality TV shows, but hearing about how it was when Nirvana recorded this sounds pretty awesome.
Anyway after my parents died I went to live with my grandma. It kind of sucks. But next year I graduate high school and can move out on my own. I have no idea what I want to do after that - maybe be a radio DJ or something. Do they still have those? Mostly I want to just be left alone.
This is my sister cooking breakfast… stop looking at her like that!
“Take off those headphones at the table! How many times do I have to tell you?” Sadie says with a stern look.
I sigh and pause my ipod in the middle of the Polyphonic Spree’s Light and Day. Then I pull my headphones off begrudgingly while giving my sis a dirty look.
“I saw that!” She said with a smirk as she tosses some eggs on a plate. “Eat up fast you have to get to school and I have to get to work.” She adds as she cleans up.
I look at her attire - a thin white tank top and Victoria secret panties and roll my eyes. “Yeah I can see you’re wearing your ‘work uniform’.” I say sarcastically.
“Shut it. What do you think pays for your Spotify Premium account and keeps a roof over our head?” She asks with a hand on her slim waist.
“Social security checks?” I respond bluntly.
“Yeah well, those only get us so far and they’ll be gone as soon as someone realizes that grandma’s not around anymore.” Sadie explains with equal bluntness.
“Grandma wouldn’t resort to making money doing Cam shows.” I mumble.
Sadie clenches her jaw in anger tossing the pan down into the sink.
“GRANDMA wouldn’t be ABLE to make money doing Cam shows because guys don’t want to pay to see old ladies… and it’s not like I have a lot of other job options Reed!” She yells at me before stomping off.
I wallow in my anger for a moment before slipping my headphones back on. I like finding songs to match my mood. I put on the Eel’s Souljacker Part 1 and toss my plate in the sink. Putting on my sunglasses I strut out the door.
School starts in a half hour. I don’t think I can get through the morning surrounded by all the idiots in my high school without like dangerous amounts of caffeine… or heroine but I have no idea where one could score drugs like that, especially not at 8am in the morning.
I walk up to the counter of the coffee shop a couple blocks from my school and pause my music.
“I’d like a quad shot over ice with 3 packets of sugar please.” I say in my most polite voice.
The bored-looking hipster barista in her early 20s blinks at me with no emotion on her face.
“We don’t do quad-shots.” She says in a monotone voice.
I blink back at her. “Yes. You do.” I say assertively. I hate confrontation but this is bullshit. I pull up a digital receipt from the last time I purchased it and show it to her. She rolls her eyes.
“Yeah, we can charge you for a quad shot but it’s only two shots of expresso.” She says as if that makes any kind of sense.
“Why would I want to pay for a quad shot and only get two shots?” I ask raising my voice.
She shrugs. I can feel my blood beginning to boil. My finger rubs my ipod play button to cool down but instead I say.
“Don’t piss me off, you wouldn’t like it.” I say coolly.
This causes the barista to smile and raise her eyebrow.
“Oooo you gonna hulk out or something?” She asks amused by my comment.
“Dara, just ring him up. Kid, i’ll put four shots in here. Just don’t ask us to do it again okay?” A heavy set girl behind the espresso machine tells me, giving her friend at the register an exasperated look.
“Fine. Thanks.” I mumble as I glare a little at the woman at the register then smirk at her as I notice the slight crows feet crinkling around her eyes and the tiny lines framing her mouth. When she looks down to count my change the skin under her chin bunches together in a way a college undergrads’ shouldn’t.
“A dollar sixty-five is your change. Have a nice day.” The woman says to me with a fake smile that seems to emphasis the creases on her face. There’s a few strands of grey in her brown hair.
I walk over and grab my drink with a nod of thanks to the other woman who turns to the cashier and does a double take.
“Are you okay Dara? You look a little uh…. Tired.” She says cringing.
A smile flashes across my face as I go to find a seat and pick out a new playlist for my walk to school. The only available seat is across from this blonde girl that I’m pretty sure graduated from my school last year. Her blonde hair is in a ponytail and her shirt ends where her ribcage does. A sparkly belly button ring glistens in the middle of her flat stomach. She’s trying to find the best angle for a picture of the rainbow colored drink she just ordered.
I roll my eyes and turn my music back on scrolling through the dozens of playlists i’ve made for myself. I wouldn’t call myself obsessive but i’ve come to really take pleasure in finding the perfect songs to fit each moment of my mundane life.
I’m scanning through my punk playlist - The Clash, NOFX, Blag Flag… none of it is doing it for me this morning. I move on to 80s Newwave but it’s hard to concentrate with Ariana Grande Frappuccino across from me, bouncing around in her seat. ADHD is a really problem my generation. I turn to my side so that she’s out of my line of sight and continue to mull over the soundtrack for my commute when I begin to hear her loudly talking on her phone.
“Oh my god! I can NOT believe you stayed over at Mark’s last night! You little slut!” She giggles. “Oh nothing, just out running stupid errands. I may go down a like pick out a new bikini for my trip next week? Want to meet up? I’m at the coffee shop now! Yeah I just posted it on the gram. What? No! I tried like FOREVER to get a good one.” She rambles to her friend without taking a breath.
I turn my music up louder to drown her out. Now i’m looking at a playlist called ‘This is Us’ - it’s basically music that I feel you’d hear during a TV ad for the show ‘This is Us’. It contains songs like The Fray’s ‘How to Save a Life’ or Andrew McMahon’s ‘Cecelia And the Satellite’. It’s kind of my anti-punk playlist. But i’m still not feeling it. What I do feel is a slap on my shoulder.
I look up and the stupid girl is literally standing in front of my holding her phone and her drink in both hands and talking to me. I see her lips moving a mile a minute but can’t hear what she’s saying over the Vampire Weekend song that’s playing at full volume through my headphones. She stops and tosses out her arms in a huffy manner expectantly, like i’m holding her up or something. I pull my headphones off one ear and look at her completely baffled.
“What?” I ask, more meaning ‘why are you bothering me’ than ‘what did you say’.
“Did you not hear a word I said? I was asking if you could like, take a picture of me with my drink.” She said as if this was my job and I was totally dropping the ball.
And again, I hate confrontation. But I let out the biggest sigh to indicate that I would literally rather have one of the shops metal reusable straws jammed up my urethra than do this. When she doesn’t respond I sigh again and take the phone with a grunt.
She smiles and does her best to make a cute flirty pose holding her drink in both hands like it’s a prize on a gameshow.
I take the photo and hand the phone back to her.
She is fumbling with her phone and her purse and her drink in front of me, trying to repost the photo as I slip my headphones back on. That’s when the drink slips out of her hand and crashes on the floor between us like a tie-dye bomb splashing all over my sneakers.
My mouth drops as look from the floor to her. She yelps and jumps back.
“Oh my god that like totally sucks!!!!” She cries and then looks at me. Rather than apologize she says. “Well? Can you go grab some napkins???” As she puts her stuff down and lifts her foot up, slipping her flip flop off to wipe it off.
“Ew it’s everywhere! Hurry!” She says.
I shake my head but stand up.
“Who even ARE you?” I mutter as I take a deep breath and through gritted teeth say. “Just sit down and i’ll be back with some napkins.
The girl nods and sits down beginning to rapidly text on her phone. I walk over and grab a stack of napkins. Carefully wiping down my Vans still shaking my head in complete disbelief at the sheer gall of this girl. But when I walk back over it’s not a girl that’s sitting in the chair any longer. A shrunken old lady is now napping in the seat. Her grey and white hair pulled back in a ponytail and a diamond stud is sparkling amidst the wrinkle folds of her exposed puffy belly. In her veiny hand she’s still clutching her phone on her bony lap as she snoozes peacefully. Good. I toss the stack of napkins on the table in front of the elderly woman for when she wakes up.
Oh did I forget to mention that I have the power to control time and reality? Yeah I have the power to control time and reality… well ‘control’ might not be the best choice of words. I don’t control anything. Things just kind of happen. I think they’re time to my feeling or emotions or my subconscious or something. It can be really awesome but a lot of the time it’s the opposite of that. It’s just kind of a thing I have to deal with on top of all the other bullshit about being a teenager in a shitty suburban town.
That reminds me. When in doubt, stick with your favorites. I love most music but in my heart of hearts i’m totally an indie kid. I select Arcade Fire's The Suburbs and head to school.
Post by chronoeclipse on May 6, 2019 9:10:11 GMT -6
I have The Walker by Fitz and The Tantrums playing in my headset but i'm sprinting the last block to the school because first bell is going to ring in about a minute. Honestly, for someone with crazy time powers, i'm late a LOT. I run into the school and the bald security guard at the door yells.
"Hey! No running!"
I stop abruptly and put my stuff in a tray so that I can pass through the metal detector. The guard snaps and points at my headphones still on my head. I roll my eyes and shake my head, reluctantly pulling my music off and putting it in the try. I lift my hands over my head and walk through the metal detector. He gets up with his wand thing passing it over me like waaaaaay too many times.
The bell rings. The rest of the halls are completely empty because everyone is sitting in homeroom where they should be.
"Shit!" I mumble under my breath.
"Hey! Language!" The security guard says gruffly.
I quickly gather my things and run down the hallway ignoring his yells behind me to walk.
I turn the corner and slip into my homeroom where Mrs. Ferdinelli frowns at me as I sit in a desk in the back row.
"You're late Reed. You have to go get a late slip in Dr. Crenshaw's office." She says matter-off-factly.
"But-" I begin to say. I don't know what my 'but' is but I'm going to give one. I do NOT want to go see our principal.
"No buts, just go!" She says pointing to the door.
I clench my jaw, ball my fists and shut my eyes tightly for a moment trying to concentrate. I picture a clock speeding backwards and everything reversing a few minutes.
"Reed!" I hear the sound of my teachers voice say.
I open my eyes to see that nothing happened.
"Go!" She repeats sharply.
I sigh and grab my stuff and head down the hallway.
Dr. Crenshaw is our school principal. I have no idea what she's the doctor of. Passive-Aggression would be my guess. She's... a lot.
I walk into the office and the school secretary Miss B is like falling asleep at her desk. Not surprising. Old Miss B is like 100 years old and has been working at the school since it started. With her curly white hair puffy face she looks like one of those old lady mascots you'd see on a baked goods package in the grocery store. I clear my through and she wakes up with a start.
"Oh Reed! Late again dear? tsk tsk. Go on, wait outside. Doctor Crenshaw will be with you in a minute." She says shooing me out of the office.
I turn around and sit on the bench outside the door. I can hear people in far off hallways walking around, talking. I really wish I could listen to music right now but the good Doctor would 1000% confiscate my headphones if I have them on.
I sit trying to keep my anxiety down. My leg is jumping and I bring my hand onto it to keep it down. I begin singing 'Another Brick in the Wall' by Pink Floyd in my head to focus me. I prefer to listen to that album in order - the way it's meant to be listened to, but I don't know all of the words to the songs by heart.
I feel a little funny and suddenly this hallway is very loud. I look around and the blue and white decorum has shifted to an ugly green/orange/brown/pink color scheme. I see a kid walking down the hall with shoulder length hair and a mustache. I mean, mustaches are coming back but that disco-porn look he was rocking sure isn't. The hall is suddenly crowded with what looks like Partridge Family extras rushing around to their next class. I turn around and peak through the glass door to see a pretty woman with a sensible blonde bob sitting at Miss B's desk typing something on a type-writer. She looks maybe 30 years old tops. So, okay maybe we were all being a bit hyperbolic with the estimation that she's 100.
I casually slip my headphones on. I'm not going to be a student at the school for like another 35 - 40 years so I can't really get in trouble for breaking the rules. I start the Wall over from the beginning and begin popping along to it hoping this is temporary. I've only found myself in another time a couple of time but it seriously freaks me the fuck out. Any minute my dad could come strutting down the hallway and like what if I accidentally killed him? Okay I need to chill out. Accidentally killing someone in a school hallway is probably a pretty hard thing to do.
I look up and there is a group of girls in pencil skirts staring at me. I try to look down at my sneakers and am reminded just how out of place I look right now. One girl breaks off from her friends and approaches me.
She looks like one of those girls that knows she's pretty and thus feels like everything is wrapped around her finger.
"Hey, you must be new here! I'm Sally!" She says waving at me.
I pull my headphones off and stare at her for a moment before lifting my hand to greet her.
"Reed." I say hesitantly.
"Oh wow, far out! Is that a walkman? I totally read about these in Life Magazine!" She say reaching down to my lap and grabbing my ipod.
"Uh yeah..." I say not knowing what else to do.
She stares in awe of it for a minute, rubbing her slender fingers over it in an almost sexual manner.
"Huh it's a lot thinner than it looked in the picture. I love how it's silver though! I can't wait until daddy buys me one!" She says with a self impressed smile that I bet most guys would find hot.
"Cool...." I says holding my handout for it back.
She hesitates for a minute... i guess to be flirtatious? Then she slaps it back into my hand with a giggle and grabs the headphones off of my head.
"What are you listening to?" She asks as she slips the large headphones over her long silky hair.
I press play and she listens for a minute.
"Woah is this Pink Floyd? They're so fab!" She says with a bright grin.
"Yeah it's their new album..." I say taking a guess.
She takes her headphones off an looks at me, impressed... which I have to say, is kind of cool. No ones ever impressed by me. But I guess coming at them with tech they won't see until they have like kids and mortgages and heart pressure medication is pretty impressive.
"I dig your style Reed... it's so... new! C'mon I want to show you something!" Sally says holding out her hand.
I quickly shake my head. This is a bad idea. "Nah I should probably just wait here."
"C'mon don't be a spaz! It will just take a minute!" She says thrusting her neatly manicured hand at me again.
I take a deep breath and reach out and take it. She giggles and begins dragging me down the hall. We come to an empty hallway and she suspiciously looks around to check if the coast is clear and then Sally quickly leads me into a supply closet.
I look around naively. "You wanted to show me something in the janitors closet?"
I turn around and Sally is holding open her blouse to reveal a pair of perky B-cup breasts. Her nipples are the pinkest things i've ever seen.
"Well? What do you think?" She asks with a giggle.
"Awesome...." I stammer.
"Have you asked someone to homecoming yet?" She asks in a way that indicates there's only one right answer.
"N-no." I say not taking my eyes off her pert boobs.
"Good. I like having new things." She says as she walks closer, pressing her bare breasts into my chest and looking up at me expectantly.
I nervously put my hands on her waist and lean down to kiss her puckered lips. I know this is a bad idea, but I also know she's not my mom or grandma so the worst case scenarios are off the table.
But as we begin to make out I feel her trim teenage waist expand a bit. I can literally feel her lips pruning against mine as her breasts tickle my chest on their slide downward. I pull away and gape wide-eyed at the 57 year old brunette in front of me. Her breasts are still exposed and sagging down just above her soft slightly flabby belly, her faded pink nipples pointing down to her cellulite riddled legs stretching out her pencil skirt. Her lined face is one i've seen many times before.
"What?" She asks in an older, huskier voice.
"You're Sally Crenshaw." I say in disbelief.
"Uh, yeah... have we met before?" She asks buttoning her blouse back up.
"Kinda? It's complicated... you remind me of this teacher I kind of don't get along with." I say and close my eyes taking a few deep breaths.
When I open them back again Sally is her teenage self once more.
"That's so bogue." She says pouting.
I don't know what to say and she's standing there now with her skinny arms folded across her chest expectantly.
"Well? Are you going to ask me to the dance or not?" She says incredulously.
"I-" But before I can think of the right answer the room shifts around me. Sally is gone and i'm alone. I open the door to see i'm back in my school in the 21st century... at least by the looks of the wall colors.
I catch my breath in the hallway trying to think of what to do. Mrs. Ferdinelli walks past me.
"Reed! Did you report to Dr. Crenshaw?" She asks with a raised eyebrow.
Relieved to confirm i'm back on the right day I nod.
"Yeah I just met with her." I say with a smile.
"Okay well get to class!" My homeroom teacher says and continues walking.
Post by chronoeclipse on May 6, 2019 12:59:08 GMT -6
I head to the bathroom. I have math this period which i'm cool with skipping since I just MADE OUT WITH MY PRINCIPAL! I run to the sink and rinse off my face.
You might think, with my 'thing' that this sort of situation happens to me all the time. And you're kind of right but usually i'm able to keep it under wraps if I stay chill enough. Maybe I need to take up yoga... or get on some serious anti-anxiety meds. The toilet flushes behind me and I jump.
It's the gym coach Mr. Hudson. He gruffly nods at me as he washes his hands. I watch as the water pours out of the faucet onto his hands and then slows down to the point that it looks like a glass sculpture. I take a deep breath and the water begins spraying down again at normal speed. Mr. Hudson shakes off his hands and puts one on my shoulder.
"Take it easy son. And stay off of drugs." He says and then turns and leaves.
I wait another moment and walk out of the bathroom.
THIS - A teacher calls my name from down the hall.
THAT - I hear a group of girls arguing by a secluded bank of lockers.
Post by chronoeclipse on May 6, 2019 19:12:44 GMT -6
I'm not ready to get to head back to class. I want to get some fresh air. There's no way to go outside during the school day using the main entrance while Paul Blart over there is guarding it. But I know there is an emergency door that doesn't have an alarm attached to it over by the art rooms that kids use for quick smoke breaks between classes.
I put my head phones back on as I turn the corner to walk down the hallway toward the exit and as I do so I see a group of girls at the other end by the door. As if perfectly on cue the Troggs 'With a Girl Like You' begins to play and everything seems like it's happening in slow motion as the group moves apart and I catch a glimpse among them of the most beautiful girl i've ever seen.
I swear to god I can see light beaming around just her as the long strand of hair fling around her shoulder in slow motion and she smiles at me. I can feel my heart beating as we make eye contact and feel my mouth curling into a smile back - I NEVER smile back!
I walk closer and pull off my headphones in case she like wants to talk to me only to find that the group of girls she's with are yelling at her. I recognize them - the 'mean girls' of the senior class: Brianna Matthews, Kerry O'Rourke and Gina Harrington.
Brianna, the alpha girl, is waving her iphone in my crush's face.
"Why THE FUCK does my boyfriend have a picture of you on his phone?" Brianna yells menacingly.
The mystery girl seems a bit tense about the situation but is clearly playing it off like it's not a big deal. She shrugs.
"I don't know. Maybe you're dating some creepy stalker guy." She says with a smirk.
God i'm in love with this girl.
"I asked him about it and he said that you randomly texted it to him and told him you'd blow him after school." Brianna said with her fists balled in rage.
"Okay well that's obviously a lie. How would I even get his number?" The girl asks taking a few steps back from the group.
"You're a little home wrecker aren't you?" Kerry says snidely.
The new girl furrows her brow.
"What does that even mean? Are they married?" She asks.
"Fuck you bitch!" Kerry yells venomously.
The girl take another couple steps back but she backing into a corner.
"Uh to quote your Queen Taylor Swift 'There's a special place in hell for women who don't support other women...'" She says and i'm dying.
Gina shoves her and Kerry grabs her long blonde hair.
"Ow Ow Ow!!!" My crush winces as Kerry pulls her head down.
"You're a pretty smart mouth bitch huh? But you're just some skanky wanna be goth girl and when we kick your ass you'll be in no shape to steal anyones boyfriend huh?" Briana says leaning over to get in her face.
I panic. I have to do something. I can't let these girls like hurt this girl.
"Hey!" I say weakly.
"Who is it?" Kerry asks tugging on the girls hair again.
Gina looks over at me.
"I don't know, some fucking loser." She says.
Brianna shoves the girl up against the locker and pins her shoulders.
"Hey! Seriously stop it!" I yell looking around to see if anyone else can step in. We're completely alone here.
"Aww isn't that cute. You have some little pathetic knight in shining armor." Brianna taunts.
She pulls her fist back to punch the girl in the face. I shut my eyes trying to work up the courage to run over and break up the fight. But as I'm about to run over there I hear shaky mumbles of confusion.
I look over and now my mystery girl in surrounded by three very confused VERY old women. Still wearing revealing teen clothing that doesn't look at all flattering on their shriveled wrinkled bodies.
Old Brianna looks up at her gnarled first and the trembling hand shoving the girl against the locker. She wets her thin wrinkled lips, still adorned with the sparkly lip gloss she had on.
"Wh-what was I doing again? Where am I?" She quavers putting her arms down and leaning on elderly Gina for support as her thin bony legs don't look very strong now and aren't turning heads anymore in her short skirt.
"Have you seen my grandson? I need help going to the bathroom." Gina chirps to the girl as she begins to shuffle down the hall.
Kerry still has the girls long blonde hair tangled in her crooked old fingers but slowly releases it and pats the girls hair down awkwardly.
"You have beautiful long hair deary. It looks very pretty on you. When I was your age I had the most beautiful long red hair..." She rattled as she reached up to run her trembling fingers through the now thin white hair that adorned her head.
The three senile elderly former teenagers shuffled slowly down the hall looking incredibly tired and disoriented.
I look at the girl and she looks back at me.
"Are you okay?" I ask quietly.
THIS - She thinks what she just witnessed was awesome!
THAT - She screams in terror at what she just witnessed.
ark: Whooaaa that mattress scene
Jun 10, 2020 18:34:55 GMT -6
MeanMark: Right? I maintain the opinion that they should have showed some sort of process for the TF, but still a great scene nonetheless.
Jun 11, 2020 8:26:26 GMT -6
kappa: I feel like the point of that scene was a conversation towards her fears with monogamous long term relationship. The Aging was merely an extension personified, AND, in the backseat of what was really going on. A couple communicating.
Jun 11, 2020 9:13:11 GMT -6
kappa: However, I'd have enjoyed a gradual progression, still, I kinda get that execution
Jun 11, 2020 9:13:59 GMT -6
amoscrow: How do I post some WIPS on here? I wanna post some progress on something me and my GF are working on!
Jun 13, 2020 15:57:38 GMT -6
kappa: Not an expert, but, I think you just insert it on one of the square below the attachmentS
Jun 13, 2020 16:01:03 GMT -6
kappa: the group of boxes, the fourth one
Jun 13, 2020 16:01:34 GMT -6