Well uhhh...

I have still been in a production slump for writing short stories...it is starting to bug me a lot. But now i have a little black book i keep around with me so if any inspiration comes my way, i will be sure to write it down. So maybe some poetry in the mean time. Things have been going quite well...to be honest i don't see the point in writing about things that are going on this. I already know only a max of four to six people will read it so maybe...so i will keep this blog strictly for stories and poetry at the moment. I don't know that can all change.

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Here is a short story i wrote maybe about two or three years ago. I was going to put a newer short story i wrote but i haven't wrote one yet. Thats writers block for you. Well i'm going to try to finish a short story or something and maybe post it later. Hope you enjoy this one(:

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By: Dominic Cabeca

1

                I left her house again. I left it in disappointment. I walk out to the front door on to the street its getting cold. I have my jacket on and my beanie. My hair feels different she straightened it. I guess I look cute with it like that. I want her. I have tried to get her. Tried and failed. She has a boyfriend now but I’m still there trying. Fuck. Can’t seem to do anything right.  I walk down the street to a bustling road cars zooming up and down it. Surrounded by darkness I got to get to the bus stop before I miss it. It’s ten and its dark man…I hate winter. Nothing seems to go my way anymore. Just can’t avoid disappointment. I think the world is out to get me. But I know it’s not. The world has better things to get at then me. I wait for the bus alone in the dark.

2

                The bus has no one on it just me and the bus driver. I sit at the back of the bus by the window. No one seems to ride public bus anymore. On the ride I think about her. I have almost known her for two years and where have I gotten to? Fucking nowhere, when I try I fail, all I seem to do is fail. Can’t get it right, I thought about her even when we weren’t friends. I don’t think I love her for her looks. She’s good looking but not something every guy would try to get at. She is unique. There is something inside of her that makes me closer to her. I only wonder what is it? She has caused me pain she has left me as a friend and I was angry at the world angry at the temptation in which she left me for. She cares about me…she can’t hide that fact, I know somewhere inside she loves me and wants me.

                The bus is going through this city at a quick speed. I will be home in no time. You know Einstein came up with his relativity theory on the bus. You can get good ideas on the bus. I want an idea to win her heart. Every time I see here I try to think of ways to get her but I never go through with any of them. It is because I am too scared or I know the plans won’t work. It starts to rain. I hear the drops starting to hit the roof of the empty bus. The sound is loud in the bus. I going to have to transfer in a bit then I’ll be home soon. Home sounds wonderful right now. Plans are rushing through my head they can’t be stopped from radical solutions to kill the son of a bitch that’s going out with her or pull one of those sappy hopeless romantic moves you see in the movies. I don’t think I have the balls to do any of those. The rain is getting heavier. I can feel it I can hear it echoing in the hollow of tube of the bus. I can feel the weight of the rain bearing down on me.

                I pull the string two stops too early. I didn’t know what I was thinking. The bus driver pulls over and opens the door. I tell him I had the wrong stop. He didn’t care he kicked me off in the pouring rain. Fucking asshole disappointment has come over me again. I have to walk. The rain is just coming down on me I never felt a rain like this it’s one of those rains that you feel once in a lifetime a rain that hurts you all the way down to your soul. I’m cold I only have my jacket to keep me warm and its getting soaking wet and so is my beanie. I have to carry on I need to catch the next bus to get home. I start running. Running in the rain, my shoes losing grip on the wet slip and slide like sidewalk. I am thinking again of her beautiful Grey-blue eyes I like to stare into. She doesn’t know what I am thinking when I stare at her like that. All I am thinking of how she can be with me not with the Sapp she is with right now. I slip, I don’t have great balance. I trip over the curb into the black asphalt it taste like gasoline and old cigarette butts. I feel warm liquid running down my face I know its blood what else can it be.

3

                Failure again, I trip and fall and fuck up my face but I still have to get to my bus. I keep walking as fast as I can. Trying hoping for all that is holy that I can make it to the bus on time that’s all I want. Running threw an old beat down neighborhood in the pouring rain is not what I call a great Saturday night with blood just coming out of my face. What I know is I can’t be late.

                I see my stop. I see it right after I pass a old beat down Victorian style house. It’s right in front of this fast food place. I cross the small parking lot to get under the shelter of the bus stop. I am back near a main road. Cars are speeding down and up the thing trying to get to someplace that they want to go to. I sit under the little shelter the bus stop has. At least I can’t get wet anymore. I feel a vibrating in my pocket. It is my phone. I have a text. It’s from her is says “did you get home yet?” I lie and say yes. Sitting in the cold and the wind is picking up and it seems the rain is getting heavier and heavier the more I think about her. She was beautiful today. Well I thought she looked beautiful her long auburn hair was down she was just wearing some athletic shorts and a tank top. Most people would say she look bad I thought she looked amazing.

                I see the headlights of the bus and I get up and reach in my pocket for my money. It’s not fucking there. Fuck me I don’t know where it is. I am fucked. The bus pulls up. Maybe I can get a freebie. I hop on the bus and tell the Bus driver who was a young girl about how I need to just get up the road I tell her the stop I need to get to. She looked at me and said all right she felt sorry for me I looked like a wet dog with blood all over his face coming down on my jacket and my pants. I start to walk to the back of the bus. This bus has a lot of people on it they are looking at me and my bloody face and drenched clothing. I sit in the open spot in the back. Well my luck turned a bit maybe everything would not be so bad.

4

                The young bus driver starts to go down the road. There is some quite chatter on bus and someone has there mp3 playing to loud because I can hear it. I put my head up against the back of the bus. I think of how things can turn out between me and her. I don’t know what will happen. But what has really got me now is what it is with her that makes me so attracted to her. I would like to know that. It would be nice to know that. The bus driver steps on the gas that means she is about to run a yellow. I feel a strange feeling of happiness come over me.

                The back end of the bus starts to veer left and right as the bus starts slip on the wet asphalt and starts to tip to one side and starts to flip. I have nothing to grab on to I start with the rest of the people on the bus rolling everywhere. I hit my head on the side of something. I wake up in a daze there people scattered everywhere. I feel pain everywhere. There blood all over the place my chest feels like there are swords going through my ribs. I start to crawl out of the bus through a broken window. The bus rolled into the graveyard I know of this graveyard it’s across the street from the big supercenter near my house my stop was coming up. I keep crawling on to the grass the rain keeps pouring. I start to breathe harder and harder I rest next to a head stone. I see the wreckage of the bus as people are starting to climb out as well. I hear the sirens coming. I feel pain every time I breathe in the air. I feel its embrace I know it is coming just for me. I still have that strange feeling of happiness over me like I will know the answers to all my questions after this is done. I know what was so unique about her now…