No hugs in the hallway

No hugs in the hallway

A Story by DreamCatcher08
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Second attempt at a short story(ish) thing.

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It was making me dizzy, turning this bottle of warm beer round and round between my fingers. I'd always been an awkward fidgeter and right then, it was my only device to avoid conversation. It's not that I didn't want to talk to Her, it's just that I didnt know what to say and even on the fifth time of reading, the ingredients list of this cheap liquer wasn't offering any suggestions. Why did we always fight when We were drunk? Why had that become our thing? These questions floated around my hazy mind. We were a powderkeg and opening a bottle had became akin to striking a match. It was such a regular occurence, I wouldn't be surprised if our friends had set up a sweepstake, taking bets on how many bottles we could get through before we descended into argument.

They didn't suit Her, the tears, the mascara running down Her soft cheek like spilt ink on the front page of the most personal diary in the world and yet, they reassured me. They were a far cry from the passionless way that We'd spend our days, it was a necessary reminder that We weren't just empty ships, chosing to sail the ocean together because it seemed the safest thing to do. There were feelings inside us, it just so happened that red wine and tequila were the keys that unlocked that dusty, old chest. We were Jekyll and We were Hyde, a savage monstrosity and a timid victim, although I hadn't figured out which way round the story fit. Was it us by the night, shouting, screaming and tormenting each other that could be cast as the beast? Or was it trully the sober couple, plagued by thier own whirlwind beginnings that was the real monster? The only solid truth to be found was that it was certainly a monster of Our own creation.

I bet She was probably beginning to wonder why I'd came through to the hallway, and sat there on the stairs. The truth is, I really wanted to comfort Her, I really wanted to utter a magical sentence, a charm, that would fix all of Our problems, because I loved Her, more than anything. She was my world, and right there, on the dirty steps of a mutual acquaintance's shared stairway, I could see it crashing down and I remained powerless to stop it. Like in a dream when you try to throw a punch and You just can't, no matter how hard you try.

Her beautific face was now a familair palette of colour, the strain drew red in the whites of her eyes and her skin was ghostly pale as if she had been avoiding the sun. A concoction of beauty products and tears congregated on her chin, dripping like a broken tap onto her lap
. I always felt guilty that I couldn't express it in the same way She could, I just couldn't break out of my armour and expose myself like that. It made Me feel like I was entirely at fault.

I could hear the party rage on inside, the revellers entirely unphased by our chaos at this point. It was almost expected. I think the only thing that surprised Our friends is that We were still together at all. The truth is, I don't think we knew how to be apart. The perfect disease. The one you miss when it's cured.


© 2015 DreamCatcher08



Author's Note

DreamCatcher08
I'm beginning to realise I drift towards writing in almost a "Diary" style. Where I pay extreme attention to a small moment, or moments in time. Like an excerpt from a larger peice. I'm completely new to writing, so I have no idea what to call this style, if there even is a name or a niche for it. Any suggestions or feedback is welcome and very appreciated.

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Wow, you had some really good similes in here! The way you write is pretty good. This first person narrative-esque style fit the story perfect. It's written in a way that makes it hard not to finish. I don't even know the protagonist's name and I still wanted to know how this story would end. The best part was how scary real it was. I look forward to reading great things from you!

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Wow, you had some really good similes in here! The way you write is pretty good. This first person narrative-esque style fit the story perfect. It's written in a way that makes it hard not to finish. I don't even know the protagonist's name and I still wanted to know how this story would end. The best part was how scary real it was. I look forward to reading great things from you!

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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