Umbrella
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This is a part of the beginning of something I'm writing.. I don't dare to put out more than this here yet. Anyway, the story is about a boy and a girl, and a bubble. He is the purple racoon and she is the pink racoon. Not literally, though, they are human beings. (ps. Me be norwegian, I not very good english be speaking all the time.)
[purple racoon]
I looked at this person standing in front of me, mainy because I thought that if I didn’t look at her she might do something severely annoying to seek my attention. She had a beautiful figure, this female human creature, her hair was long and sleek in different nuances of brown and dark blonde. Her eyes were as empty as a bottomless grave, and I was sure that there was something dead crawling around in there. She spoke to me, but her words were none that I would ever care to repeat. A few minutes into her vague attempt to begin a conversation with me, I stopped listening to her. Let me rephrase that, I was not listening, but now with even less of an imitation to be pretending that I was, instead I studied her lips. They moved so funny when she talked, to imagine that so tremendously boring words could come out of so well-shaped lips fascinated me. I asked the hollow girl if she would like to come home to my apartment, she spoke some more hollow words, then she said yes. I did not have an apartment.
The girl walked next to me, and her voice became more and more annoying as she spoke. “Shut up!” I suddenly shouted at her, and she did, at least in my head, “let’s go to a restaurant” I told the girl. There was a teeny spider on my hand which I watched intensely until it all of a sudden was gone. “spider spider spider” I whispered, but it didn’t reappear. “hello?!”, the stupid girl was waving her hands in front of my face, why did she do such a retarded gesture, I wondered. We walked in to a restaurant packed with disgusting people, there was no chance of getting a table, and I did not have any intentions of sitting at one if there had been. I dragged the girl’s manicured hand with me in to the men’s bathroom and in to one of the boxes where there was a toilet.
The girl kept trying to kiss me, for what reason I have no idea, I had no intention of touching those squeaking lips of hers in any way or another. I held a handkerchief over her mouth with my hand, her empty eyes showed some kind of confusion or some other similar imitation of a feeling. I took up the sharp fork I always carried in my left pocket, and rapidly I shoved it into her body several times. She screamed, and so the handkerchief slipped deeper into her mouth, there was a loud silence coming from her throat. I ripped up her inside and left her on the toilet, all wriggle and wriggle she was now. I flushed and took off my dark blue jacket, it would need to be cleansed. I walked slowly out of the restaurant, “spider spider spider” I whispered, but the little spider was gone.
[purple racoon]
I looked at this person standing in front of me, mainy because I thought that if I didn’t look at her she might do something severely annoying to seek my attention. She had a beautiful figure, this female human creature, her hair was long and sleek in different nuances of brown and dark blonde. Her eyes were as empty as a bottomless grave, and I was sure that there was something dead crawling around in there. She spoke to me, but her words were none that I would ever care to repeat. A few minutes into her vague attempt to begin a conversation with me, I stopped listening to her. Let me rephrase that, I was not listening, but now with even less of an imitation to be pretending that I was, instead I studied her lips. They moved so funny when she talked, to imagine that so tremendously boring words could come out of so well-shaped lips fascinated me. I asked the hollow girl if she would like to come home to my apartment, she spoke some more hollow words, then she said yes. I did not have an apartment.
The girl walked next to me, and her voice became more and more annoying as she spoke. “Shut up!” I suddenly shouted at her, and she did, at least in my head, “let’s go to a restaurant” I told the girl. There was a teeny spider on my hand which I watched intensely until it all of a sudden was gone. “spider spider spider” I whispered, but it didn’t reappear. “hello?!”, the stupid girl was waving her hands in front of my face, why did she do such a retarded gesture, I wondered. We walked in to a restaurant packed with disgusting people, there was no chance of getting a table, and I did not have any intentions of sitting at one if there had been. I dragged the girl’s manicured hand with me in to the men’s bathroom and in to one of the boxes where there was a toilet.
The girl kept trying to kiss me, for what reason I have no idea, I had no intention of touching those squeaking lips of hers in any way or another. I held a handkerchief over her mouth with my hand, her empty eyes showed some kind of confusion or some other similar imitation of a feeling. I took up the sharp fork I always carried in my left pocket, and rapidly I shoved it into her body several times. She screamed, and so the handkerchief slipped deeper into her mouth, there was a loud silence coming from her throat. I ripped up her inside and left her on the toilet, all wriggle and wriggle she was now. I flushed and took off my dark blue jacket, it would need to be cleansed. I walked slowly out of the restaurant, “spider spider spider” I whispered, but the little spider was gone.
The story is a lot longer though, perhaps I'll post some more of it here. ^This little part is only about the guy in the story and what he does before he meets the girl (it's not a love story). This is the girl, the pink racoon, a little later. (Kero is the guy)
