Ilvecoffee-n-narutoYouth: Well, here's another sorta ficlet (because maybe it's a bit too long to be a ficlet, but not quite long enough to be a oneshot) . I actually found a rough draft of this in a shoebox I had hidden. There was a lot of stuff in it that I had written. I guess I was going through my teen angst phase when I wrote this (though it probably only lasted a day), because it's just so angst-completely different than anything else I've written. I'm actually shocked I wrote this, because I'm a big Kurtofsky fan, but eh…So after a bit of tweaking, here it is!
Disclaimer: Don't own glee! God, I'd sell my soul to a minor demon-like entity if I could own Glee.
Fatal Attraction
(Let's all congratulate Chris Colfer for his Emmy Nominations. Glee will not be the same without his perfectly coifed hair.)
He always thought that Love was supposed to be tender: soft caresses, whispered declarations of love, fingertips just barely grazing over skin like feathers. Just pure bliss. But that was just his naïveté, his…innocence. He never expected the truth to come hurtling towards him; that Love was crushing, that it would smack him in the face and leave him heaving on the ground. That it would leave him utterly and completely hopeless. But what was he supposed to do? What could he do against the hands of his high school tormentor, now his, dare he say, Lover? He was small, fragile, delicate; he was Porcelain, especially compared to the indomitable force known as Love. So he was stuck. Stuck between a rock (Love, perhaps?) and a hard place (or perhaps the Lover?), and sometimes 'Courage' just wasn't enough. Oh, how he wished for Courage to come and whisk him away to the fairy tale of his dreams, but, alas, Courage refused to show itself and help him. But maybe, just maybe, he…liked it. Maybe he like the feeling of strong arms gripping him with bruising force: Security? Or Maybe even the burning sting on his cheek after being struck (which was always followed by a multitude of apologies):Passion? Maybe he thought it meant he was loved? After all, when you love something you cripple It; you cripple It so badly It would never even consider leaving, not even in a fleeting moment. Right?
(SIDS-Sudden Infant Death Syndrome; STD'S-Sudden Teenage Death Syndrome=)
Ilvecoffee-n-NarutoYouth: I remember writing this now! It was an assignment and we had to personify abstract ideas. I guess that's why there are so many capitalized words. My teacher said that I didn't quite grasp the concept of the assignment, but that it was a very interesting story, so I got an A! I still don't understand the assignment…Anyway, review!