MaraudingDisaster

NICHOLAUS AND EMILY: TAKE ONE Footsteps crashed into the echoes of a car door being slammed, the crunches of the plant underfoot went unnoticed as she ran around the building, her hands busy wrapping her red scarf around her neck.     "Aha!" she screamed, staring at what most people would have thought to be an innocent black scooter. This image prompted her even further to storm into the building to Nicholaus' room. "Nicholaus!" the rage of her voice could have created fires. She used the botoom side of her fists to pound on the door, "I know you're in there! You liar!" The creak of an opening door behind her made Emily

CHAPTER OF CHAPS: ATTEMPT #2     "Brandon," he ignored the distant voice that called his name. No, currently he was in the world of ancient lands as he took notes from his history book, not the loud cafeteria the voice wanted him to be in. He cleared his throat when his name rang again against his ears, only after he had finished taking notes on the page did he look up.      "Alicia," the name slipped through his lips. Yesterday he had successfully evaded the girl, now he was without escape. "What- what are you doing here?" he shut his notebook.     "Do you want to come eat outside with us?" only then did Brandon notice she held a lunc

BRIAN MONOLOGUE AT TREFTPUNKT: ATTEMPT #1 "This used to mean something," Brian raised the neck of his drink into his mouth before continuing, swinging the backs of his legs against the cement ledge. "No, you don't understand, we had everyone. Not just three fucking people. Mike was a musician with his friend Tim, both probably left college by now; writers, I think there were three of them; painters, loads of them, one time I even think we had a guy who did sculptures..." Brian paused, his smile pointed at the stars slowly fell, "photographers, the real kind too, not some weak digital shit... No, there would be twenty, thirty of us all toget

BRANDON ATTEMPTS ART WORK: ATTEMPT #1 "Where're you going?" Brandon turned from the doorknob to look at Andy. "No where," he kept his voice an even tone, fidgeting his fingers within a loose fist beside his waist. "Seriously, man," Andy turned his torso from the television to look at Brandon more closely. "Alright, fine. The bookstore, I didn't think it would interest you so I thought I would try to leave quietly." Andy frowned, "you're right. The freaking bookstore during your summer? You're insane, but whatever. Just leave a note, or something, before leaving alone again. Okay?" "Sure, no problem," Brandon smiled, it had worked;

Standing. No one knew him, no one asked why, or even bothered to look at him. His hands felt empty and restless as he made silent fists against his sides, cutting the smokey air into strips as he made the motion. He didn't belong; they had made that clear when they had ignored him completely. When no one even yelled his name anymore. Sighing. Now he was just a being with no one to see him. He shook his head in an attempt to say no, that this was a lie. He was not hidden, though. In his mind, he breathed, he talked, and sometimes he even laughed. But somehow, those things never made it to his body. Standing turned into stood. His h