Yo listen up, heres a story about a little guy who lives in a blue world.
Craig Thomas Orton
Manchester, Gay, Single.
I want to be a Romance Novelist.
“I’d love toâ€. A simple smile crossed my face to hide my hidden feelings and intentions from Bryn. The feelings that grew rapidly like a virus, consuming every part of my heart and brain, it was like an un-curable cancer that wrapped around my throat choking me yet despite how bad this feeling got I kept asking for more. I kept roaming deeper into this cave of confusion and darkness because I knew that in this black cave there was one light, Bryn was that light, the one that made my heart glow. - I promise. Chapter Two.(One of my many stories)
The thing with me is, i see an outstanding delicacy in almost anything. I spend alot of my time trying to look good, to impress and i'm ashamed to admit i fall victim to the aesthetics. But, when it rains, and everyone is stripped to their core i finally realize that it doesn't matter, not one bit. I feel like i've spent my life up till now in one room, a box and all of a suddon i found the door, or, i always knew where the door was, i just never had the courage to open it. The world is covered by mostly the oceans, the sea. And we are all made from mainly water. So it is no surprise to me that i can come down like a tidel wave or sway easily back and forth. My life is nothing but my life, it's delicate. .
I looked down to my shirt, soaked in fresh blood. Red droplets were falling from the sky onto my skin. I uncapped my hands and watched the liquid fall to the ground. It was still so fresh, you could even see a slight distortion in the colour as blood only turns red when it hits oxygen. It was like the blood still hadn’t realised it was out of the body. Deep red with blue patches. - Escape. (My current project)
Of course, life scares me. I often find myself hiding behind my friends. I keep saying i want to be a kid, forever. The thing is, i know i have to grow up. I'm not anything special and i'm not ever going to be, but i'm still someone, someone who still has alot to learn. Maybe i will never get my dream, but i will die fighting for it.
I just want to do something meaningful. I will never be a cause of world peace, i can't prevent bad things in this world because i don't have that power. But when a boy or girl is close to giving up on love and they read my stories i like to think i help, i want people to feel what i do. I want that spark to set them off, i never want to see someone give up. I want them to laugh, to cry and to feel the emotions of my stories. I want to give people a breath of fresh air. I just want to do something.
I couldn’t take the tension. My hand gripped her wrist and I unwillingly dragged her across to my bedroom door. She wasn’t saying yes but she didn’t say no either. She couldn’t deny how badly she wants me, she wouldn’t deny it. I don’t care for her one bit, I don’t care for anything but this one night of getting what I want. This one night of truly being welcomed at my new home. - Escape.
Lust, i find this emotion to be my foe more than my friend. It's the devil's attachment to love itself. It's the plague we were all cursed with. Gender, age, whatever it is that prevents our lust there is still something that will provoke it. I'm scared of this emotion because no matter how strong i feel i've become i know i'm just another victim to it's will. It's not my pride or dignity that prevent me from giving in, it's only my love. Without that, i'd just be a puppet to the sin.
