nicklas:

Suddenly all the vowels were missing. Not just for me but for everyone it seemed. The thing was this though, no one else seemed to take notice. They talked like never before, nodding and someone in the back screamed. Even the scream felt surreal. Since I couldn’t understand the noise was excruciating. I felt sick, a headache I couldn’t do anything about. Five steps, ten steps away, I sat down right by the alleyway. Half outside and half inside with my back turned against the people.

No one talked and yet no one was able to shut up even for a minute. People walked past trying their damnedest not to notice the freak on ground. The feet hurried down, leaving tiny echoes in the sideway that bounced on the dumpsters and muffed on the cardboard.

Suddenly I see a pair of feet pointed towards me. I look up and see one of the cutest faces ever. She sits down too, smiles and says “hi”. She voweled. There and at that time it was all that mattered.

lynchianbedhead:

My late story time saturday post! It’s both late, and cannot in any way be interpreted as a story. WARNING: It is also noise. I’ve been meaning to actually be a musician for a while, rather than someone who plays bass kinda, and maybe some uke on the side. I am a noise musician. It is who I am. I have yet to become who I am fully, but at least here’s this. I killed my throat doing this. I hope you’re happy.

I am so happy.

dovryn:

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fireland:

I put a comforting hand on Diamond’s bare shoulder and she spun around and had her Erasermate a millimeter away from my eye in two breaths.

“I want to do this,” she said.

“I understand,” I said, “but you doing that will give me license to retaliate and I tend to, you know, escalate.”

And she hesitated, motionless, our eyes locked, until finally: “Your counter-threat of escalation only makes me want to do it more. I am now dying to see how you retaliate and dying to show you what I’ll do in response.”

I said: “Well we seem to be at an—” and she stabbed the pen into my eye and I jabbed my thumbnails into her ears and she kicked me just above the groin in a move that didn’t really hurt but did render me sterile for the rest of my life. We toppled down and held each other close.

“Diamond,” I said, uneven blood flowing down my face, “it stops here. But only temporarily. I have the next hit and I’m choosing to hang on to it for a later time. You won’t know where or when but it will happen and there will be an escalation and that tension will add some real intensity to our, to our relationship.”

I sort of mumbled that last word, not entirely sure if she’d be comfortable with the label just yet, but all she said was: “What? Are you saying something?”

consideredcurious:

I perched, reposed carefully taut. Pen froze mid thought and interrupted stroke. My torn black-brown jean cuffs whispered with the floor, dripping snowed tears. 

I was deer. 

Blue cotton buttons, black locks peeking fuck me souls. I wasn’t sure if you were staring at me. Surely the guy behind. Surely the girl onward and upward. Surely not me in my self-absorbed hunchback.

I’m genuine, as much as I can be given the vast distance across coffee-stained cedar. We haven’t even met, but did you know I already love you? Is that why you peeked? 

gazzamie:

Ditty Dum dum dum dum dum bomp-bomp-bomp-bomp-bomp. Bomp-bomp-bomp-de-oop, bomp-bomp-bomp-de-oop. Sha la la la la la la la la la la dee dah.

Chicka chong chicka chong, chicka chacka chooka chong Chicka bop-dop choppin, de bow wow wow. Bop-de-bee-bop-slop-mop. Nyong a chong my ding dong.

Sti diddly doo bee stip stop steep till ya dope stop, stoodlee-dop a dee dah day sta doodly doodly doodly doodly doodly doop de dip, stoddle-a dope stop stay lo day dray. Yeah, woo ride, ride on. Weooooo, wawa, eooo. Oooo, owa, owaaa, wa, waaaaea. Ooo, wa wa wa wa waa, uh-huh. Gitchi-gitchi yaya dada, Gitchi-gitchi yaya he-ah. Mocha chocolata yaya.
“Qu’est-ce que c’est? Fafafa-fafa fafafa fa-fa. Better run run run run run run run away. Oh-oh-oh ayayayayay um.”

Mah Nà Mah Nà, doo doo de doo-doo. Lie luh lie, lie luh lie-lie lie luh lie, lalalala lie.

Na na na na, na na na na, hey hey.

Perfect.

mollypeck:

unfinished. unsatisfactory. unintelligible?

I like this one, too!

mollypeck:

350/365 unintelligible

(originally intended as video, but I don’t like it)

Hooray! The first ever photo submitted for Story Time Saturday!

Do eeeet.

Theme this week: unintelligible