The Dysfunctionals - The Aberrant Eye by Ja-mes, literature
Literature
The Dysfunctionals - The Aberrant Eye
The Aberrant Eye tavern was full. The evening had brought the end of the working day for most of the community, miners as they overwhelmingly were. Trinstone was starved of distractions beyond The Eye for most of these townsfolk. Mining paid for food and lodging, but not much else, save for ale and a hot meal from the kitchen. Most of the miners were here, but their evening was being mostly distracted by the noise generated by one group of four dwarves at a table in the corner, swinging their tankards and clattering into one another with apparently hilarious but certainly deafening effect. Arthrin had just thrown the door open and paced inside, trying to muster as much confidence as he could as he paced across the bar, between the circular wooden tables mostly surrounded by patrons, and arrived at the bar, trying to ignore the noise and awkwardly straggling over a stool that wasn’t currently occupied, before realising that he could slip down onto it without much fuss. A resplendent
-> NEW GAME OPTIONS ......................... ‘Hello there! Welcome to the world of Pokemon! My name is Oak. People call me the Pokemon Prof!’ And so it begins. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- #1 I open my eyes. I haven’t had much sleep. How could I have done? This is, like, fifteen Christmases rolled onto one! I turn ten years old today! You know what that means! I GET MY FIRST POKEMON! I GET TO LEAVE HOME AND START MY JOURNEY! And I know it’s going to be amazing. I’m not going to be stuck here at home, mooching around on the bed, playing the NES and reading the same books and watching the same TV shows any more. And I do love Mom, I really do… but she can be pretty boring. She even says the same things sometimes. And I know you’re supposed to love your home town, but Pallet is so… small. Not much ever goes on here. I have felt so… trapped. But not any more. Now I can finally start my journey
I opened my eyes. A plain white ceiling stared back at me, the early morning sun shining through plain white windows onto a plain white carpet in a plain grey/white bedroom. I lay under plain grey bed sheets that pressed me into the mattress uncomfortably. I slowly closed my eyes, scrunching my face, and tried to stay relaxed. I swore under my breath. I was back. It was apparently happening again. I smiled to myself. I was being stupid. Of course it was happening again. This is how it is, I thought. This is how it will always be. I pushed myself upright in the bed. Despite what I knew, I chose to be stupid, and checked myself this time. I glanced at my reflection in the mirror on the opposite side of the room, and immediately reflexively looked away. I had not grown: I was still ten years old. I wore the same plain red pyjamas as I always did at the beginning. I was, in every sense of the word, back at the start. I looked around. The room was the same as it had always been: a
The Summit of the Trine Mountains by Ja-mes, literature
Literature
The Summit of the Trine Mountains
As your aching legs continue the relentless pull up this steep mountain path, the stairs once carved here worn away by generations of feet, ice and bitter wind, your eyes gently move up as the gradient begins to level out. In the early evening sky, the dying amber light of the sun is slowly, but surely, being overtaken by the blues and blacks of the night above you. One or two stars are already visible. You catch something in the middle distance as you continue - although the snow stopped some minutes ago, the wind is still billowing around fiercely, and with your hood and facial cover on, it’s difficult to identify how large the buildi
Reflections Through Another Year by Ja-mes, literature
Literature
Reflections Through Another Year
Once, a long time ago, I was in a better place.
Oh, dear sweet Jesus, I was in a better place.
There were muscles on my abdomen. Definition. There was the early, young man stubble that betrayed a lack of early morning discipline, but was made up for (and then some) by the charm oozing from each and every pore, down to the wide grin and beaming eyes. And the way my hair… almost emitted light. The shine.
There was a reflection that I loved. Truly loved.
My teeth were white (well… less stained). I had few worries beyond an easy job and a daily cycle ride there and back.
I had ideas. I had hopes. I had such good intentions for my
“Hey.”
“What?”
“... Why is the sky blue?”
Trip looked up, following Ares’ gaze. “Good point. It is blue.”
“Why isn’t it orange, like normal?”
Trip frowned. “I don’t know.”
Something shuffled in the undergrowth nearby. The two friends swept around, their feet swishing through the fallen rembranch leaves as they stared at the bush from where the sudden shaking had emanated.
“Is someone there?”
Ares glanced at Trip, trying to hide any unease. Trip took a gentle step towards the bush, his arms slightly raised as he tried to keep his balan
“Come on, Stu. Eat up.”
“Mmmmmmngh...”
“Acting like that won't get you anywhere, you know.”
I fixed him with as full a stare as I could muster, which wasn't much, given my state. He was a hazy apparition in my vision, loose, and blurred. God, my head hurt. I tried to say something with coherence.
“Well... when you're as hung over as I am right now, you start to stop caring.”
“What? Didn't hear that. Your vocal chords are working at too low a frequency to be picked up by human ears.”
He grinned. I didn't even pretend to share his apparent mirth, instead focusing on glaring. Evan
Mr Darnfield talks with James by Ja-mes, literature
Literature
Mr Darnfield talks with James
Mr D: James. Get over here now.
J: Oh... Okay...
Mr D: Hurry up.
J: Sorry...
Mr D: Dear God, James, look at you. Don't you think it's about time you got a haircut?
J: Sorry... I haven't had the time.
Mr D: By which you mean that you couldn't be bothered to go into town this weekend. You even had a day ticket for the bus on Sunday. You could have gone into town after church, but no! You had to come home and ass around all afternoon. Unbelievable.
J: I'm sorry... I just wanted some time alone. I wasn't feeling well.
Mr D: Ah. Yes. Of course... Well, do excuse me. It had temporarily slipped my mind... fever, was it?
J: ... yeah.
Mr D: