Day Junk

[Day]

Just throwing stuff out there, 'cause I'm bored, rofl



Collab based on one of my characters

It's not like time waits for any man, far from it. In each and every passing second, lives are born and ended, lights ignited and extinguished. But for some, time is non-existant. For every waking moment is an eternity, an invisible prison from which neither mind nor body can break free.

And for one, therein lies a problem. Heartbroken and out of luck, he finds his life without meaning. For how can one live for themselves, if they have nothing to drive them? No reason, no purpose. To waste the most precious of gifts that anyone could bestow would be deemed a cardinal sin by any standard, but without a way to use it, a dilema is created.

The trouble free nature of this person though, prevents the worries of these thoughts and prediciments from getting to him. It's his own little ponderings though, that send the recesses of his conciousness spinning into turmoil.

His songs are of forgotten love, missed chances, and memories that are treasured between friends and family. You may envy him for being graced with such wonderous bygone visitations of grandeur, however, your jealously would be misplaced, as while he has lasting impressions of the past, any future events that he should welcome into his life with the warmth akin to awaiting a loved one's return, are bypassed.

Now, at this point, you may be asking yourself, why would he let these opportunities slip through his fingers? the answer is quite astounding in it's simplicity; the character of this person dictates that he just gave up caring for the rest of his life. He dwells on the past like a security blanket, reminiscing over lost chances to be with the one he loved most and how they could've been, instead of attempt to rekindle what little light remains of his soul.

And so he just sits there, the sad little man with the comfortable smile, playing the strings of his guitar like the strings of his heart, and the result is a song that melts your heart with a truth that draws a tear.

Once apon a time, in a land so far away
A girl loved a boy, and the boy loved her back
And this was simply a fact
Years passed and that boy found himself apart
From our reality, star-studded goals,
Their love grew broken and old

Well that boy's here now,
And he's in tears now,'cause nothing seems clear now,
Waiting for her to return.

Because I just can't sleep anymore these nights
And they keep saying to keep my dreams in sight
And when you can't walk away from some of those fights
Then you've adjusted to the darkness of daylight

Today he sits there strumming his guitar
Resting with his eyes closed, a sad little smile
Laying about restlessly, for a little while


Well that boy's here now,
And he's in tears now,'cause nothing seems clear now,
Waiting for her to return.

Because I just can't sleep anymore these nights
And they keep saying to keep my dreams in sight
And when you can't walk away from some of those fights
Then you've adjusted to the darkness of daylight

She's still so fair now, golden hair bow,
But he's so scared now
So scared now
So scared now

Because I just can't sleep anymore these nights
And they keep saying to keep my dreams in sight
And when you can't walk away from some of those fights
Then you've adjusted to the darkness of daylight

Know this though. You may remember the past with all fondness, but live for the moment. You may not receive a second chance, but if so, know that someone is watching out for you, and that you are truly blessed.

Look to the future with not fear, but faith. Anything can happen, if you're willing to try.



I'll put something else up later.

[Steel Valor]

Day Junk? How about Day Masterpieces. That was one of the best pieces of literature I've ever read. POST AS SOON AS POSSIBLE!!!

[Ziggy]

No it was junk because Day created it

ill hate u Day always and forever

[Day]

Kid, it's really not my fault your parents dropped you. I'd blame them.

Mainly 'cause they didn't do it right.

You're still here.




never finished this, probably not going to

And realise as I started writing this, She Will Be Loved came on the radio. <3

And so we start this tale of the five with that INFAMOUS line:

"Aw come on man, are we THERE yet?"

The bunny sipped as his soda with a surprising amount of restraint as he said the words. At the start of the ride, he'd been SO happy to get out of the house; anywhere was better than watch the guys playing Halo all day. But three hours of feeling his pants absorb a sleeping Jesse's drool, coupled with James' incessant and unexplainable coughing fits had begun to push him to his breaking point, and he was ready to return the favour with his soda can. His teeth had begun to grind together, much to the discomfort of the fox sitting next to him.

"Yeah Adam, I've been meaning to ask, where ARE we going anyway? You still haven't told us why you dragged me off the laptop for this..."

The singer simply simpered, a knowing smile visible to no-one but him as he pushed down a little harder on the gas peddle.

"Well, I've noticed we've been struggling a little for money since our last gig, so I went over the finances, an-"

Adam suddenly stopped, as he felt a hand on his shoulder. His vision drifted up to the rear view mirror, to see a slightly worried Dusick staring right back at him, a very slight hint of terror in his eyes.

"... YOU? YOU went over the expenses list?"

For a brief second, Levine looked hurt. He glanced towards the back seat, almost offended by Ryan's words.

"... what? Dude, I may be a little naive, but I'm not an idiot. We've been spending WAY too much on the pointless shit that we buy, so I figured this is a good way to earn some extra cash without having to put in too much effort. You spent the most, what was, a first edition of Hamlet? HOW much did THAT cost, HMMMM?"

The fox glanced down at the floor, slightly embarrassed.

"Alright, fine... I admit, we've gotten a little frivolous. So then, WHAT, pray tell, is this instant remedy to our problem that you've come up with?"

"Knowing him, it'll be something fucking stupid. Watch, see if I'm wrong."

The hedgedog turned his head momentarily to throw in an insult. Whenever he saw an opening where Adam was concerned, you could be sure that he'd be there to throw that right hook to the bat's ego. As soon as his part was over, he shoved his head back out the window, enjoying that feeling of the wind rushing through his hair and the choking on the bugs flying down his throat.

"Oh shut up. You'll see soon enough." Adam's sight steadied itself on the road once more, the pout on his face gradually warping into a sinister little smile...

As the van neared it's destination, the singer leaned forward and tapped a button on the dashboard, tinting and rolling up the windows till they were pitch black.

A moment later, he tapped it again, giving a furious James a sheepish grin before being smacked head-first into the steering wheel, leaving the bat to rub the back of his head as he fought back a single tear. The windows rolled themselves up once more.

Then Ryan suddenly made a valid point.

"Wait... if all the windows are blacked out, how the Hell can you see to drive?"

Adam had it covered, and answered instantly, quite proud with himself.

"Oh, I was gonna use my echo location. I don't need to see, just gotta listen, and I'm a REAL good listener. I'll know what's on the road ahead, so I can drive with my eyes closed if I wanna."

Ryan made another point.

"... but the van's soundproof."

... and there it was. Adam was at a loss for words. Also at a loss for any remarkable sense of intelligence, as he REALLY didn't think his plan through. Luckily, for ALL of them, Mickey piped up with a sigh.

"Yanno, he could just use the GPS under the CD player there... God knows we paid enough for the damn thing and it never gets used anyway..."

The single watt bulb flashed on inside Adam's head, and he looked back over at Ryan again.

"See? I had it ALL worked out... you worry WAY too much man, learn to chill out..."

... though in the back of his mind, he was saying something different entirely. Something involving thanking God and resolving to give Mickey head.

_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_

The engine's rumbling dropped to nothing more than a low hum as the van rolled up outside it's destination. Shutting it off entirely, Adam removed the keys, preventing James from hopping into the driver's seat and getting them the fuck away from wherever he'd taken them, and pressed a button on the dashboard, returning the windows to their normal state, complete with a set of unceremonious grunts as the other four's eyes attempted to adjust.

"Ugh... alright, I'll bite..." spoke Mickey, rubbing his eyes in discomfort, "where, OH WHERE, are we now?"

Adam was already out the door, calling to them from just outside, his becoming slightly distant as he ran on towards the doors and leaned back against the wall to the left.

"Why don'tcha come on out, and I'll show you around," he shot back, a slight hint of excitement in his voice. No-one seemed to pick up on it however, as they all piled out the van one after one. Mickey still rubbing his eyes, Ryan with his hands over his ears, and Jesse with his fingers in his mouth, trying to see if his teeth were still in.

See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil.

But we all know there's no fourth in the trilogy, and James was soon to speak up, still nursing his neck.

"I swear to God, this better be good. You drive us out to the middle of butt-fuck nowhere, after we JUST got started on the new album, without so much as a hint to why we'r-"

"Umm, we already covered that in the van..." Ryan chimed in, then quickly dived out of the way to avoid a hail of guitar picks thrown in his general direction.

"... let's just get this shit over with..." the hedgedog muttered, shoving his hands into his pockets and walking as though his head were dead weight.

"Aw come on guys, cheer up," the bat smiled warmly, the underlying tones of his mischievious nature not quite showing yet, "I promise, by the time we're done here, you'll be smiling SO damn wide, your faces'll ache."

He ushered them through the doors, the sign that he was hiding with his wings revealing itself for the world to see:

"The Sperm Bank of California

Making the dream of family a reality since 1982"

"... won't be the only thing that's aching either."

Upon walking through the doors, a small corridoor led up to a desk, where a small female kangaroo sat, tapping at her keyboard. Raising her head, she gave the group a small welcoming smile, then opened her mouth in horror as an echidna approached the desk with a hazy smile on his face.

"Well, guess it's not so bad..." Jesse mumbled, picking up a cup and downing the contents before going for another, "at least there's free shots when you walk in the doo-"

Carmichael stared down at the cup in his hand while running his tongue along the inside of his mouth, trying to figure out what that odd yet familiar taste was. lifting his chin, his eyes met the nurse's, who returned her gaze with a look of terror and disgust. His head then turned towards Adam, who had a hand over his mouth and another over his stomach, trying desperately not to break into a hail of laughter.

"... this isn't vodka, is it."

_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_

"Alright Mr Levine, since you booked an appointment so far ahead of schedule, and you're a regular here (not to mention famous), the other nurses managed to set up five seperate rooms for each of you to use," spoke the 'roo, adjusting her blouse's buttons so it revealed just a little less of her cleavage, much to James' oggling distress.

"Dude, how often DO you come here?" Mickey questioned the bat, backing away slightly from Jesse as he reached for, despite all logic, another cup.

Adam's lip turned upwards into a cheeky little grin, and he quickly shot back his answer, quite proud with the speed his mind was working at today.

"Oh, about three or four times a week. I'd come more, but they run out of specimen jars."

[Day]

lalalala

Fight sequence idea for a video game that'd never get put into practise, rofl

Main character is Blunty. Check out Vaporatem's (or w/e her name is) artwork on DeviantArt, she drew him once.







"I swear to God, I don't know why I bother with this shit, I'm running here, I'm running, and for wha'? I STILL DON'T BLOODY KNOW!"

Blunty was throughly fed-up. He'd gotten his first crystal with little effort, but after that, his life had become a nightmare. Monsters had begun crawling out of the woodwork, all attracted to the powers that radiated inside the elemental formation that had begun to form behind him. To make matters worse, when he first picked up the crystal, it instantly disappeared, and he passed out. Upon waking up, he found that his tail now hovered behind him like an annoying puppy that stayed just out of reach from being kicked.

And now he'd ended up in a clearing, in the middle of GOD only KNOWS where, and the only thing that could run through his mind was:

"HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO PULL A BIRD WITH THIS FUCKING THING DRIFTING BEHIND ME?! I LOOK LIKE A FUCKING BEANIE BABY!"

Then his ears flicked. The fur on the back of his neck rose up. Looking around, he saw nothing that seemed out of the ordinary. But he knew better than to rely on his sight alone.

Stepping cautiously forward, the soldier surveyed his surroundings.

A large grass field, short cut yet dishevelled. Possibly someone had been here earlier. Trees, but no sign of a way in or out. Maybe another troop had stumbled by?

He moved towards the center, kneeling upon the ground. No signs of a fire. No signs of anything, no markings of any kind to indicate that someone had been here recently. James sat down upon the cool lush floor, and tried to think.

No markings.
No entrance.
No exit.

Who could have been here?

The ground rose up beneath him, encircling and surrounding him. His pupils shrunk to pin pricks as he watched the ground swallow him up, the panic setting in as he kicked frantically at the wall of earth behind him. His vision instantly blurred over as he furious tried to escape the confines of this shrinking prison; he wasn't aware nor prepared for this, and fear had hit him like a bullet from a smoking barrel. With an almightly slam, he broke through and tumbled out onto the floor, gasping for breath as the claustrophobia instantly began to fade. The cold sweat though, remained.

He didn't have time to rest though, as he turned around to find out what had happened. His eyes rolled up of what appeared to be a mass of dirt and rocks that was slowly forming. It groaned and rumbled before him, standing quite easily as high as a five story building. The soil compressed itself together, being held by some containing force. And its form finally showed itself: A golem. It's face was gnarled and worn, roots from the surrounding trees moving throughout it's body, living within this shaped mass of destruction. The hands of the beast were the size of small houses, easily enough to crush anything with little effort. A long dark slit running across the creature's face represented it's eyes, and it glared down upon the intruder.

"STATE THY PURPOSE..."

Jeffery gazed mindlessly up at it, letting his vision slowly drifted to the ground. Then he raised his head again, turning to stare puzzlingly at thin-air, then turned once more to face the golem, his face now twisted up in anger.

He responded in a less than helpful manner.

"HOW THE FUCK FUCKING HELL SHOULD I FUCKING KNOW?! DO I LOOK LIKE I HAVE A PISSING CLUE TO WHAT'S GOING ON, YOU OVERGROWN ROCK GARDEN?! DO YOU HONESTLY THINK, THAT FOR ONE BRIEF FUCKING SECOND, THAT I HAVE ANY FUCKING IDEA WHAT THE FUCK I'M DOING HERE?!"

The golem did not move, it simply repeated itself with a sterner tone than before.

"STATE. THY. PURPOSE."

The soldier slapped a hand against his face, dragging his fingers down roughly till there were visible trails through his fur.

"You wanna know why I'm here? Alright, I'll fucking tell you why I'm here. I'm a salesman. I'm here to sell windows, you wanna buy some windows? I got double glazed, stained, lead-lined, froste-"

His mockery was ill-taken, as he barely dived out of the way from a gigantic fist that crashed down on the very spot he was just standing on, leaving a crater big enough for a tabloid to make a bogus UFO claim on. The golem roared in anger, and began to stomp its way towards him.

"... oh for God's sake." Jeff ran his hand through his messy maroon hair, combing it back behind his head. With a weary sigh, he pulled himself back to his feet, and took a stance.

"Alright you poor excuse for a rockery, let's do this."

[Bazooka the Ferret]

HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO PULL A BIRD WITH THIS FUCKING THING DRIFTING BEHIND ME?! I LOOK LIKE A FUCKING BEANIE BABY!"
I love that line, ROFLMAO.

[Day]

more old shit rofl





Rain. Nothing but the sound of it's purity, falling upon the world below and cleansing away the sins of yesterday, refreshing everything like a clean slate and ready to start anew once more. But with it, there comes a price. For everything it can take, there's one thing that remains.

Sadness. The empty feeling in your chest, that undescribable torment your body must bear when you lose something precious.

Grey clouds covered the Mystic Ruins, the glory of it's starshine masked by the dull lifeless voids of monochrome that littered the skyline. The trees swayed gently in the wind, the leaves rustling on the branches as if in mock applause for the ground below. Hidden in a small alcove in the deepest recesses of the forest, a tombstone lay in the earth, the soil beneath still fresh from been filled. No sound reached inward to the little niche, but anything inside escaped without barriers.

The sound of crying rang out into the night sky, a small figure huddling behind the marble shedding tears in never-ending rivers of pain. The distress in her voice was clear. The loss was there. She'd been there for some time, her mind and body broken, refusing to move. Her fur was soaked through, it's once glossy finish reduced to the condition where it looked like the clouds above. Holding her tail to her chest, she buried her face into it, trying to stifle back the screams of anguish again, but to no avail.

On her knees, she'd prayed, pleaded, and begged. For no-one, and everyone to hear. But her calls hadn't been answered. Though they hadn't been unheard. A second figure pushed through into the clearing, walking over to the headstone with a somber weight upon his shoulders. The quills on his head hung over his eyes and his steps were heavy, almost lifeless, but as he walked past the grave, he knelt before the kitten and placed a hand on her shoulder, reaching out to her.

"He's gone James... he's really gone."

Kara turned her head towards the hedgehog, her eyes swollen and puffed out from crying for so long. Her body shifted and she clung to him, the grief threatening to rear it's godforsaken head and consume her once more. Burying her face into his chest, the persian let go of her barricades again, surrendering to the reality that faced them.

Adam was gone. The funeral had gone through, and the five of them, bandmates and manager, family through it all, had watched as the oak coffin was lowered. Despite their best efforts, none of them could make Kara go. She refused to leave, refused to believe that her lover, her everything, ceased to be. But the evidence was laid out before her eyes. There was nothing left. She broke down.

James slipped his jacket off and wrapped it around the kitten's shoulder, preventing the rain from causing any more damage to her body. Then his arms folded around her, pulling Kara closeand embracing her. No amount of words would help this. Nothing could be said. He just wanted to be there for her, to help her anyway he could.

"It'll be alright... we can get through this... he'd want you to be happy... I want you to be happy..."

The last of his words were uttered into himself. He'd never told what he'd truly felt, how much he really cared for her. So many times he'd think about it, about the words... but when the time came, he just couldn't go through with it. She was so happy. It was wrong to take that bliss away from her.

Now, he'd give anything to give her that happiness back. His head fell forward, as did his vision, and saw that Kara was staring right back at him, a look of pure disbelief on her face.

"How... how can you say that? How could you possibly know what he wanted? You were never there, you were never around, you said you were always too busy practising, trying to get things right... did you practise for this? Did you practise for today? Did you practise those exact words, so that when the time came, you'd know exactly how to hurt me in a way you couldn't possibly imagine? How the HELL could you ever even BEGIN to understand what went through his mind? You used to be so close, what happened? You secluded yourself, put yourself into the music, and never into your friends... why couldn't you see it? Why couldn't you stop him? You could've be the one, the only person that could've saved him..."

Her eyes welled up, soft blue eyes firing up with pure anger. She was lashing out at anyone, at the closest living being in eyesight. The hedgehog before her was her target, and she knew where to strike. She never meant to hurt him, it was her mind's way of dealing with the pain.

James just stared back at her, dumbfounded. Without realising it, his own eyes had begun to tear over. He said nothing, just a glazed over expression across his face. Reaching a hand up, he pulled the kitten's head back against her chest, feeling the warm drops of water rund down his muzzle. He knew she was attacking out of sorrow, looking for someone to pin the blame onto. He'd be lying to himself if he said it didnt hurt.

But it wasn't what was need. Despite his body shaking, despite the want to just run and hide, to scream his own heartache to the heavens, he stayed. Still holding her. She needed him. He needed her.

It didn't matter to him what she did, he loved her. He knew that was true. He would give his all to bring her smile back. But right now, she needed him, to bear the pain. To be strong for them both.

And God willing, he was going to try.

[GaraaGX]

you just logged on and u wrote all of that wow.:confused:

[Day]

you just logged on and u wrote all of that wow.:confused:

... uh, no.

It's old work. As in stuff I've already written? It even says at the top of the post "more old shit lol"

Pointless post though, well done.

[GaraaGX]

O i didn't ride it u said it was shit.

[Black Knight]

No it was junk because Day created it

ill hate u Day always and forever

Then why the hell did you post here?
The only reason you dislike him is because he got a brain and you don't.

O i didn't ride it u said it was shit.
Spelling and grammar needs serious correcting.



Hehe, read it Day and it's freaking hilarious and inspiring. (Dejavu, dreamt about this moment oo)
Anyway, they're really good and I always did admire your talent for painting up the different situations and how you always knew how to make them interesting and funny.

Good job =3

[Day]

Forgot I actually had an account here.

MUSE thing I'll never finish.




Callused fingertips carressed the ebony and ivory keys of a grand piano. He depressed the middle c, listening to the note resound throughout the room. The small smile that had managed to creep across his lips receeded into a sad little o shape, a sigh pushing past and out, long and drawn out. Sitting down upon the bench, he traced his fingers along the keys again, beginning to play a tune he knew too well.

~You, could be my, unintended...~

"Matthew!"

The sun shone down on Bellamy's face, threatening to tan his snowflake white skin. The ice cream in his right hand had started to melt, though he hadn't seemed to have noticed. Thick globs of cream ran down the back of his hand, and he soon began to realise due to the cold that something was amiss.

"Oh for God's sake Matt, you're useless..."

It wasn't until another hand brushed against his that he moved, abruptly waking from his coma-like stupor, feverishly wiping the sticky substance from his person with a handkerchief. Dull gray eyes met his own intense blue, and for a moment, he felt his cheeks flush, as though he were a student with a crush on his teacher.

"Alright, no more ice cream for you then..."

He hung his head low, scolded. Not something he was used to, and when it happened, he reacted like any child would. Shame. Then he realised who he was. Not some toddler who was going to be told off, he was an adult damnit, and he could speak for himself.

"Excuse me, but who are yo-"

"Shhhhhh..."

A single finger pressed against the singer's lips, silencing him instantly. Confused, he stared down at his playful would-be mother. The finger returned to the others, as the hand moved up to cup his cheek. Bellamy's face broke out into a crimson flush, his eyes desperately flicking around, looking for a way out.

"Oh Matty, you're such a mong."

A quirky little smile spread across his face as he turned away from Matthew, walking down the pathway and further into the park. Bellamy moved a hand up to his cheek, running his slender digits across the point where the drummer had connected. The blush on his cheeks intensened, as he found himself all but speechless, save for that one word that had been playing upon his tongue for the last few moments.

"Dominic..."

~Choice, to live my, life extended...~

"Matthew?"

Howard's perfect little features shaped in an inquisitive, curious look. A soft smile spread across Matt's lips, as he leaned down towards the blond-haired male, studying his expression.

[Day]

Something I just wrote, based on a couple of characters I used to know, a long time ago. They're not around anymore, at least, not how they used to be. Times change. This reflects that.





I'm in love. I'm in love with the most beautiful girl in the world, and she loves me in return. I'm in a state of bliss, an overwhelming sense of euphoria that never ends. I wake up, she's the first one I see, and she's the one I fall asleep with in my arms. i couldn't ask for anything more. I wouldn't want anything more. To me, she is perfection. The universe in a form that I can call my own, my lover, my friend and confident. She is the one.

I know this to be true, and yet I find myself at a loss. There's a single thought that troubles me every night, so much so that I've lost sleep over it. So the question is, do I still need you?

I think about you, James. I remember the moment you first kissed me, when you told me what you felt. I was confused, I was scared. I didn't know if you were lying, another practical joke against me. But you showed me the truth. You showed me everything. What love was, what a friend could be, you never let me down. You were always there. you were always there to guide me, to reassure me, to calm my fears.

We did everything. We were going to live, we were going to die together. and then... then you told me you couldn't do it anymore. Couldn't do what? Couldn't be near me? Couldn't love me? Couldn't what James? You never explained it to me, you just left. I haven't seen you since.

That's not to say I don't think of you though. It doesn't matter where I am, what I'm doing, something will always remind me of you. And you'll be there. A shadow of what you were, but nonetheless, you're there. and it hurts James. It hurts. You left me without a word, but not without a care. I know you loved me. I know you still do, wherever you are. You can't fake something like that, you can't scam me out of my time and pretend it wasn't real.

I loved you. I still do. I remember all we used to be. i think about all we could've been. I thought I would never find another. I never did. I found someone else, but they will never be another. No-one could replace you. No-one will. I just wish I could see you again, just one more time. For closure, for one last kiss, I don't know. for whatever the reason, I wish I could see you again.

I wonder what you're doing right now. Do you think of me the same way I do about you? Do you wonder what would've happened if you hadn't left? Maybe you do, maybe not. I wish I knew. I wish I knew where you were. To keep in contact, to hear your voice once in a while, see your smile. I'd rather have you in my life as something, than have nothing left to do with me. I miss you so much.

I'm watching her right now. Long dark curls twisting across the pillow, her breathing short and shallow, whispering to me to sleep. God, I hope I don't screw this up. Is that what happened James, did I push you away? Did I do this to you? It doesn't matter. I know that I'm not going to lose her, the same way I did you. I'll make sure of that.

... but whenever, if ever, you read this... call me. For a few minutes, for a few seconds. Find me, and let me know you're alright. I don't need you to explain, I don't want you to explain, I want you to calm the fears I have and let me know that you're still there. I'll always be there for you. Always have. I'll never forget you, but it's time for me to move on. I'll always love you.

Goodbye my lover.

[Day]

Mmmm, old stuff. Delicious.




"Have you ever been so frustrated that it feels like you want to bang your head against a brick wall until you can't stand anymore? To scream your heart out till there's nothing left? To cry until there's nothing left to give?

... yeah, me neither. But what if you did? Take a hypothetical situation. You spend all day with someone, and you know that you're completely and hopelessly in love with them. But you also know that you can't be with them. There's a reason that you can't be close to them, feel their touch, taste their lips.

Do you know what that's like? Having to spend every single waking day talking to the one person that you know you want to spend the rest of your life with, and praying against all odds that they feel the same? You take the risk of talking to them, knowing that at any moment, the next word they say could be like a dagger through your chest?

Exactly. Of course you do. That's why you do it; you're willing to bear the brunt of anything that could shatter you, just for five more minutes with them. And despite all logic that could be applied to the situation, you know that you're always right.

After a while though, a thought niggles at the back of your head: I can never be with you.

But guess what?

It never stops you trying."

The soldier quietly set his guitar down and walked out onto the balcony. The whole inner-monolgue thing wasn't really becoming of him, so for the sake of what was left of his sanity, he swore never to do it again.

Blunt sighed and slumped down against the railing, looking wearily out over the horizon. Rolling fields of lush green grass swayed under a gentle northern breeze, surrounded on either side by tall oak and redwood trees, and all cast under a pale blue hue from the resulting full moon.

The perfect view. James beamed inwardly for a moment, then sat down and rested his chin on one of the bars, looking over the edge and down at the ground below with a somber tone creeping across his muzzle. A beautiful night, and not a soul in sight to share it with.

"James, what're you doing out here all alone?"

He winced and smiled all at once, welcoming the voice but at the same time wishing it were someone else. Slowly he turned his head around, praying for some slight offshoot chance that he was just daydreaming.

He actually seemed disappointed when he saw that no-one was there. Sighing, he turned his head back and bit down on his sleeve. If only she WAS here, maybe it wouldn't hurt so bad.

... naw, it would probably be worse.

"Silly Blunty, did I whisper?"

His head shot to the side, and he found his lips hovering a hair's width away from Jessica's. He recoiled instantly, falling backwards over himself and landing with an unceremonious thud against the dull paved floor. The soldier closed his eyes and sighed, thinking to himself the ages-old line:

"Ugh... why me?"

His eyes bolted open instantly though as he felt the singer crawl over the top of him, lying down against his chest. She purred, and James felt a warmth rush through his system as she then proceded to slip down beside him, resting her head on his shoulder.

"Wow... the moon is so pretty tonight... makes you think you could reach out just, touch it, y'know?"

Blunt smiled as he wrapped an arm around Jessica. Whatever time he was going to have with her right now, he thought that he'd better make the most of it.

"Yeah. Matches your eyes, you know, you and him both have something in common."

The white tiger looked up at him, slightly confused. "What do you mean?"

"Oh, easy. The longer you stare into the blue, the more you relise that you don't ever want to turn away." He suddenly realised how corny that line sounded to himself, and quickly made an excuse to leave momentarily. "Hey, um, can I shift out? I'll go grab a blanket, I'll be right back."

James crawled out from underneath Jessica, taking off his jacket and placing it under her head as a pillow. She smiled warmly back up at him, but as soon as he'd gone back inside, her facade fell.

"Oh James... if only you really knew..."

[Day]

Mmmm, comfortable feeling.

Hey guys, back again. <3




We never speak anymore. You don't even look my way, but I see you. You walk right on by, you never stop to sit anymore. You glance over, the words trip along your lips, stumbling as though they're trying to find the right path to be said, but it never happens. You just carry on walking. I miss those words so much. I miss your voice. Every little note, the connotations you made, the way I could tell your exact emotions without ever having to open my eyes, just because your smile shone through without wane. I just... I wish you'd come back. I miss you.

I'd never ask for another word, if you'd only take the time to sit. You always could speak volumes without ever saying a word. Just seeing you, your wonderful smile... and then, for a little while when I was with you, the indescribable feeling where nothing mattered. It was just you with me, nobody else, and a world of colors and sounds that we danced in until my sense were blind with oversatiated bliss.

And then, as quickly as you came, you were gone again. You didn't so much as leave per-se, you kissed my cheek, and walked away. And I'd like to say I knew you were coming back tomorrow, but I was scared. Frightened and alone, and the colors took a deeper shade, lurid and penetrating, the sounds screeching and hissing at my inner fears, leaving me to contemplate what life would be like without you in it. And the conclusion came to me, that it wouldn't exist. In some capacity, you're always here. I mean, I do think about you, to the point where no rational person would be still standing.

And, truth be told, I'm not. I'm not standing here, I'm on my knees. I will not beg for you to come back, nor will I ask you. Your decisions will come to you on your own, with no influence from me. Regardless... I wish you would. I'd fight everything back, so I could stand before you and say what I felt. Nothing would hold me down, hold me back. Not a damn thing could stop me.

However, I'm okay with the truth. I still see you, walking by on those cold february mornings, the wind turning your cheeks that cosy shade of red, your breath freezing upon contact with it's touch. And oh how I wish you'd just say hello. It was the only word that ever meant anything to me.

I wish you'd say hello.

[Infinity]

I hardly even knew you wrote, but I'm glad to have found this; I like this introspective, soft side to edgy little Day. :3 Every little detail is romanticized, fluid, and reflective. It makes a lot of the other writing I've seen seem sloppy in comparison. I love it.

[Black Knight]

Mmmm, comfortable feeling.

Hey guys, back again. <3




We never speak anymore. You don't even look my way, but I see you. You walk right on by, you never stop to sit anymore. You glance over, the words trip along your lips, stumbling as though they're trying to find the right path to be said, but it never happens. You just carry on walking. I miss those words so much. I miss your voice. Every little note, the connotations you made, the way I could tell your exact emotions without ever having to open my eyes, just because your smile shone through without wane. I just... I wish you'd come back. I miss you.

I'd never ask for another word, if you'd only take the time to sit. You always could speak volumes without ever saying a word. Just seeing you, your wonderful smile... and then, for a little while when I was with you, the indescribable feeling where nothing mattered. It was just you with me, nobody else, and a world of colors and sounds that we danced in until my sense were blind with oversatiated bliss.

And then, as quickly as you came, you were gone again. You didn't so much as leave per-se, you kissed my cheek, and walked away. And I'd like to say I knew you were coming back tomorrow, but I was scared. Frightened and alone, and the colors took a deeper shade, lurid and penetrating, the sounds screeching and hissing at my inner fears, leaving me to contemplate what life would be like without you in it. And the conclusion came to me, that it wouldn't exist. In some capacity, you're always here. I mean, I do think about you, to the point where no rational person would be still standing.

And, truth be told, I'm not. I'm not standing here, I'm on my knees. I will not beg for you to come back, nor will I ask you. Your decisions will come to you on your own, with no influence from me. Regardless... I wish you would. I'd fight everything back, so I could stand before you and say what I felt. Nothing would hold me down, hold me back. Not a damn thing could stop me.

However, I'm okay with the truth. I still see you, walking by on those cold february mornings, the wind turning your cheeks that cosy shade of red, your breath freezing upon contact with it's touch. And oh how I wish you'd just say hello. It was the only word that ever meant anything to me.

I wish you'd say hello.


Like I told you over MSN, I just love it...It's beautiful and makes me cry. And it truelly makes me wonder if losing a friend or a love hurts more...

You said you were happy I'd read it, but I'm just as happy that you wrote it.

[shadowknux]

Hey Day, im a lazy bastard and only read one story (the one involving the sperm bank and the band) but I just thought id post as one writer to another and say its pretty good stuff. Well written, you get the emotion down well and you keep the reader interested.

Keep up the good work.