So I've been trying to come up with memes and I came up with a weekly writing day on Wednesdays. I only wrote this very short scene in half an hour at most, so it's not the best quality there is. It's something that I'm proud of though and I'm willing to share this. This scene is absolutely FICTION, not true at all. All characters are made up and so are the actions. I hope you enjoy it.
Pigeon Bound
“Pst”, he sounded like a broken steam pipe.
“Hmm?” I nodded my head up, but still reading my book.
“You see that over there?” he hushed.
I looked over. Andrew, an outwardly known unpleasant guy in
our grade was having his face smushed on to the left wing window of our school’s
library. He was short for his age and so it looked like his head was flying
into the window, like a pigeon would.
I sighed,” Same old, same old. Why? Have you not seen it
done before?”
Eric looked straight out the window where Andrew was and
said,” No I have. It’s just this time the guy has a gun.”
My eyes widen and I intentionally didn’t look over because I
wasn’t sure if he was playing a trick on me or if Eric was telling the truth.
The trick wasn’t a big deal he did it all the time, but if it was real than why
isn’t someone else seeing it? I looked at Eric and he was a statue now because
the gun was pointed straight into Andrew’s head. I know that kid that’s
pointing the gun. I know his name. I know his life. I know his wants and
dreams. I know the way he thinks, and still this is what comes out of knowing
someone for their whole life.
He fired.
I shut my eyes and
let the shrieks and rummaging drown my thoughts as I sat there motionless and
lightheaded.
Eric looked away and rested his hand on my back drawing
smooth circle to calm me down. It didn’t work.
He made me breathe deep breathes. It didn’t work.
Then he started whispering incoherent words in my ears, but
I couldn’t hear. I couldn’t hear the sounds he made when he picked me up and
carried me out the library. It didn’t work.
My brother was a murderer. It wasn’t a pleasant feeling. It
felt like a giant earthquake was in the middle of your body and your brain was literally
a rubix cube being broken apart by a toddler.
I blacked out after that.
I think it was about time that I have a disclaimer, so here it is. This blog is my own thoughts and my own thoughts only, unless stated differently. The books and stories I read are all in the hands of the author and/or publisher I do not own any of them(well the physical copies that I buy, but copy writes, no). Though my own writing that I do on most Wednesdays are my own free writing that I try to get myself into the habit of. Those are all my imagination and copy writes are by me. All other mentions of books or stories or people or organizations/companies are use of pop culture references.
