The Visits (Simon and Baz) by soulofamadman, literature
Literature
The Visits (Simon and Baz)
I didn’t want to grow old without him. After two years and several months of pestering, he finally caved. Now I’m a vampire like he is. Seventeen years later, we are approaching the twentieth anniversary of the defeat of the Humdrum (and the Mage’s death). But that’s Christmas. Now it’s October. The anniversary of the Veil lifting, the time I met Baz’s mum.
These thoughts mix in my head while Baz sleeps beside me. He shifts in his sleep, mumbling unintelligible words. I get out of bed, kiss Baz’s forehead, and make my way down to the kitchen.
I’m not the greatest cook, but I do know how to make
When I arrive at
the shelter each time,
I ask Teri about the week.
Did anyone leave?
Did anyone come?
One day she said yes
and pointed to you.
Oh, what a beauty!
You gorgeous little creature.
It was love at first sight.
Dark gray with
splashes of white
a gray patch on your nose.
Beautiful golden eyes.
You were curled up in the litter.
You wouldn’t leave
the litterbox, although
the bed would be
much more comfortable.
You hated the world.
I do not know why
or how you arrived, but
you were scared and
you were so angry.
You hated us.
You hissed constantly
at those who dared to approach
especially if they were armed
with a scooper.
They
The next day is Friday. I start to pull out of my driveway when I see Teri standing, waiting for the bus. I hesitate, but pull over in front of her.
“Hey, need a ride?” I ask.
“Yeah, that would be nice. Thanks.” Teri replies with a broad smile.
Her smile kills me. Damn. I have never felt this strongly for anyone before. I shake my head as she gets in. She notices and opens her mouth to ask, but decides not to. She shuts her mouth and just looks at me, curiously.
I begin the drive to school. I glance over. She’s still watching me, brow furrowed. As we pull into the school parking lot, I give her a small smile,
I bang out on the drums as Rich and Mike sing together. We’re recording our new song “Sound of Madness” in Mike’s garage.
“I peek around the corner, And it’s waiting for me, I ain’t a conformer, Still, it’s all I can see.”
We all write songs, but the band comes to me for the darker songs. This is one of my better songs.
“I’m still just waiting, For the day it takes over, I’m constantly hating, And there’ll never be closure.”
Next is the chorus, followed by Leo’s guitar solo.
“I hear it screeching all day, It brings me mis’ry, It likes mak
My name is Scott Fitzgerald. I live in New Jersey. I’m 18 years old and just starting my senior year of high school. I honestly don’t care what I look like, with ripped jeans, black shirts, and chunky hiking boots. If I’m listening to music it’s heavy metal. I play drums in this band my friend Rich created called Souls of Fire. I have choppy blond hair that I dyed black last spring. I have two piercings on each ear and a navy blue labret piercing under my bottom lip.
I usually keep my emotions in check, well except my anger, but I’m trying to work on that. I’m stoic and apathetic. When my friends are teasin
The Visits (Simon and Baz) by soulofamadman, literature
Literature
The Visits (Simon and Baz)
I didn’t want to grow old without him. After two years and several months of pestering, he finally caved. Now I’m a vampire like he is. Seventeen years later, we are approaching the twentieth anniversary of the defeat of the Humdrum (and the Mage’s death). But that’s Christmas. Now it’s October. The anniversary of the Veil lifting, the time I met Baz’s mum.
These thoughts mix in my head while Baz sleeps beside me. He shifts in his sleep, mumbling unintelligible words. I get out of bed, kiss Baz’s forehead, and make my way down to the kitchen.
I’m not the greatest cook, but I do know how to make
When I arrive at
the shelter each time,
I ask Teri about the week.
Did anyone leave?
Did anyone come?
One day she said yes
and pointed to you.
Oh, what a beauty!
You gorgeous little creature.
It was love at first sight.
Dark gray with
splashes of white
a gray patch on your nose.
Beautiful golden eyes.
You were curled up in the litter.
You wouldn’t leave
the litterbox, although
the bed would be
much more comfortable.
You hated the world.
I do not know why
or how you arrived, but
you were scared and
you were so angry.
You hated us.
You hissed constantly
at those who dared to approach
especially if they were armed
with a scooper.
They
The next day is Friday. I start to pull out of my driveway when I see Teri standing, waiting for the bus. I hesitate, but pull over in front of her.
“Hey, need a ride?” I ask.
“Yeah, that would be nice. Thanks.” Teri replies with a broad smile.
Her smile kills me. Damn. I have never felt this strongly for anyone before. I shake my head as she gets in. She notices and opens her mouth to ask, but decides not to. She shuts her mouth and just looks at me, curiously.
I begin the drive to school. I glance over. She’s still watching me, brow furrowed. As we pull into the school parking lot, I give her a small smile,
I bang out on the drums as Rich and Mike sing together. We’re recording our new song “Sound of Madness” in Mike’s garage.
“I peek around the corner, And it’s waiting for me, I ain’t a conformer, Still, it’s all I can see.”
We all write songs, but the band comes to me for the darker songs. This is one of my better songs.
“I’m still just waiting, For the day it takes over, I’m constantly hating, And there’ll never be closure.”
Next is the chorus, followed by Leo’s guitar solo.
“I hear it screeching all day, It brings me mis’ry, It likes mak
My name is Scott Fitzgerald. I live in New Jersey. I’m 18 years old and just starting my senior year of high school. I honestly don’t care what I look like, with ripped jeans, black shirts, and chunky hiking boots. If I’m listening to music it’s heavy metal. I play drums in this band my friend Rich created called Souls of Fire. I have choppy blond hair that I dyed black last spring. I have two piercings on each ear and a navy blue labret piercing under my bottom lip.
I usually keep my emotions in check, well except my anger, but I’m trying to work on that. I’m stoic and apathetic. When my friends are teasin
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