David's Story Chapter Two by Mythril-98, literature
Literature
David's Story Chapter Two
Chapter 2
Alright, one thing you need to know; I've never been so snarky with my family, not even lately. I guess it's just a lot of pent-up rage, what with being stuck in a car for three days straight (because my family's cheap, and we never liked hotels to begin with), and then not doing squat for a week, save for my sister irritating the crap out of me. It's like I'm all of a sudden so sensitive, and I'm thinking it might be because I haven't seen Sindi in what seems like forever. In reality, it's only been two weeks.
I drove around town for a while, taking in my surroundings and getting to know the town. You know creating a "m
Chapter One
I sat on my bed, sending a cloud of dust up around me. I can't believe they had to move here, of all places, I thought miserably, picking at a splinter in the bedpost and drawing my knees up to my chin. This is a museum, not a home.
Our family moves a lot, about once every other year, but every summer we get to go to a camp to meet the kids in the new town. The only problem is that our camp this summer was a while away from the place we moved to. I was old enough to be a counselor, so they let me in as a temporary. It figures that the only place that we could get was this one, 1984 Greenwood Place.
Whenever I had heard Street Spirit (Fade Out) before, I had just brushed it off. I mean, it's one of my favorite songs, but seriously, I'd heard it so many times. Then, just now, when I had my good headphones on, I put on shuffle and it appeared. I felt... different, hearing it this time. Not because of the headphones, but it almost felt as though the song was too much for me, as though it was trying to break through some sort of barrier that wasn't letting the full-on effect take place. I don't know, because the first few times I had heard it (and it was the first Radiohead song I ever heard), I felt complete, like something that I didn't kn
David's Story Chapter Two by Mythril-98, literature
Literature
David's Story Chapter Two
Chapter 2
Alright, one thing you need to know; I've never been so snarky with my family, not even lately. I guess it's just a lot of pent-up rage, what with being stuck in a car for three days straight (because my family's cheap, and we never liked hotels to begin with), and then not doing squat for a week, save for my sister irritating the crap out of me. It's like I'm all of a sudden so sensitive, and I'm thinking it might be because I haven't seen Sindi in what seems like forever. In reality, it's only been two weeks.
I drove around town for a while, taking in my surroundings and getting to know the town. You know creating a "m
Chapter One
I sat on my bed, sending a cloud of dust up around me. I can't believe they had to move here, of all places, I thought miserably, picking at a splinter in the bedpost and drawing my knees up to my chin. This is a museum, not a home.
Our family moves a lot, about once every other year, but every summer we get to go to a camp to meet the kids in the new town. The only problem is that our camp this summer was a while away from the place we moved to. I was old enough to be a counselor, so they let me in as a temporary. It figures that the only place that we could get was this one, 1984 Greenwood Place.
Whenever I had heard Street Spirit (Fade Out) before, I had just brushed it off. I mean, it's one of my favorite songs, but seriously, I'd heard it so many times. Then, just now, when I had my good headphones on, I put on shuffle and it appeared. I felt... different, hearing it this time. Not because of the headphones, but it almost felt as though the song was too much for me, as though it was trying to break through some sort of barrier that wasn't letting the full-on effect take place. I don't know, because the first few times I had heard it (and it was the first Radiohead song I ever heard), I felt complete, like something that I didn't kn
Not really. I'm moody and sensitive, maybe more than I should be. Or maybe not. Maybe you should keep reading.
I suffer from slight depression, which is not good in my life. Or maybe I don't. It's a big obstacle for a highly unpopular teen. I'm a hipster in my music tastes. Considering what the rest of my generation listens to, anyways...
You get the picture. Or maybe you don't. I can't tell. I'm not you. Or maybe I am, and you're me. Maybe we just don't know.
Time will tell. But time does not heal all wounds. If anything, it can exacerbate them. When I lost Ace, it was killer on me. And on him. He's dead now. Just like pop. Pop is dead too. But it sucks. Or maybe not.
Maybe I'm a Tokay, like from that one Zelda game. Or maybe I'm not. Maybe I'm Alex Turner.
I've no idea what I am talking about. I'm just trapped in this body, and I can't get out.
Favourite TV Shows
My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Arctic Monkeys, Radiohead, Muse, Deadmau5, The Strokes, The Pack a.d., The Black Keys... a lot of music, I listen to.
Tools of the Trade
My vocabulary, mostly, and sometimes my pencil.
Other Interests
Drums, hanging out with friends, my guitar... stylistically changed variation. It's my lifestyle.
I now realize just how damn inactive this account got. Not getting rid of it, but things're still broken, so new uploads won't be for a few more weeks ^_^''
I'm on here a lot, I swear, but it really doesn't show... does it? Unless, of course, you go through my faves. I NEED A FRICKIN SCANNER. I hve sooo many new drawings. My friends from school know I do, it's just... I lost my camera, and I've been distracted. That and I can't think of anything to write. Thinking about getting into short fanfics.
I can't get it out
How much step could a dubstep dub if a dubstep could dub step? A dubstep could dub as much step as a dubstep wanted if a dubstep could dub step.
It's sickening what goes through my mind sometimes...