ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
Deviation Actions
Literature Text
“Morning, sleepy head.”
I turn to my right, rubbing my half-closed eyes. Seeing Carson smiling sweetly at me, I can’t help but smile back.
And so begins my typical day.
I shower together with Carson, scrubbing each other’s backs. After choosing my outfit for the day and his as well, we dress quickly and start to make our favorite breakfast, coffee and toast. We munch on the crispy toast and tease each other about how bad the other’s cooking skills are. To be honest, we both suck at it. Then, we decide on who washes the dishes using a simple game of rock, paper, scissors.
Soon, it’s time to get out into the world. We walk the same route each day, hand in hand. The grocery shop owner, Bri, waves to us and tosses us each a loaf of bread. Turning left at the next corner, we pass by a small café and the waiter Dan nods to us curtly. Another ten meters away, Allie, my best friend shouts to me and runs to my side, jabbering away about how the boy next door had smiled at her again.
Together, we walk down the winding road along with Allie, Bri, and Dan. We reach a grey three-story tall building and make our way to the top floor. At the receptionist desk, I introduce myself and the lady leads us to the room situated at the end of the hallway.
The five of us enter the room and take our respective places; me and Carson sit on the couch, Allie takes her place on the chair, Bri and Dan lean against the wall. The woman seated behind a desk clears her throat and greets me with a simple “Good morning, how have you been doing today?”
I reply as usual that my day with Carson has been going fine but the woman obviously doesn’t believe my words for she shakes her head and says quietly, “They aren’t here. Carson’s not here.”
I frown and look at Carson who simply shrugs.
“No, they’re here alright.”
They’re here.
I turn to my right, rubbing my half-closed eyes. Seeing Carson smiling sweetly at me, I can’t help but smile back.
And so begins my typical day.
I shower together with Carson, scrubbing each other’s backs. After choosing my outfit for the day and his as well, we dress quickly and start to make our favorite breakfast, coffee and toast. We munch on the crispy toast and tease each other about how bad the other’s cooking skills are. To be honest, we both suck at it. Then, we decide on who washes the dishes using a simple game of rock, paper, scissors.
Soon, it’s time to get out into the world. We walk the same route each day, hand in hand. The grocery shop owner, Bri, waves to us and tosses us each a loaf of bread. Turning left at the next corner, we pass by a small café and the waiter Dan nods to us curtly. Another ten meters away, Allie, my best friend shouts to me and runs to my side, jabbering away about how the boy next door had smiled at her again.
Together, we walk down the winding road along with Allie, Bri, and Dan. We reach a grey three-story tall building and make our way to the top floor. At the receptionist desk, I introduce myself and the lady leads us to the room situated at the end of the hallway.
The five of us enter the room and take our respective places; me and Carson sit on the couch, Allie takes her place on the chair, Bri and Dan lean against the wall. The woman seated behind a desk clears her throat and greets me with a simple “Good morning, how have you been doing today?”
I reply as usual that my day with Carson has been going fine but the woman obviously doesn’t believe my words for she shakes her head and says quietly, “They aren’t here. Carson’s not here.”
I frown and look at Carson who simply shrugs.
“No, they’re here alright.”
They’re here.
Literature
Emptiness
When you peel the masks away
Like a thousand rose petals
Scattered upon cruel winds
Will even my memory remain
Upon this desolate battlefield
I am but the ghost of myself
Trying to match life's rhythm
But the dance makes no sense
And my lips are sewn shut
So my voice cannot reach you
I am the chord that is lost
Beneath the madding melody
A haunting invisible presence
That is felt but never heard
A dream drowned by the dawn
©All original work copyright Edward D Cates 2018
Literature
Two Are One
As far back as he could remember, there had been two voices in his head. One was his own, his conscious, his inner thoughts. The other belonged to someone else.
In his earliest memory of the other voice, he was sitting in his playroom, surrounded by colorful blocks. He was wearing overalls and a teddy bear T-shirt. The baby sitter was laying on the couch, giggling girlishly into the phone, simultaneously twirling her hair and the phone cord. “No, Mommy! Stop it, Mommy!” When he looked around, he couldn’t locate the screaming. But it bounced around his skull, pleading for help. Confused, he pounced on the sitter, sobbing and
Literature
Mr Snidey
Mr Snidey slowly lowered himself into his worn old armchair, the seat indented to fit his shape, for so long had he occupied it. His knees creaked like ancient tree trunks as he descended. As he settled himself down, he spread his arms against the armrests luxuriously, much like a king would on a grand throne. Every movement he made appeared to occur in slow motion, his body no longer able to deal with life at what most people would describe as normal speed.
He slowly removed his brown slippers and lifted his legs to rest on the footstool before him. Getting up to turn on the television was an arduous task for Mr Snidey, and he tired easily.
Suggested Collections
Featured in Groups
I wrote this a while ago and now, I can't remember what caused me to write it.
© 2015 - 2024 WindMeister8
Comments20
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
Nicely - - - sort of.