My Best Friend's Gay
By Eldameldo Puddlehopper Laiqualasse
Started on 01-27-04
Part One: If he told you his biggest secret - how would you handle it?
Epilogue
~They call Alabama
The crimson tide.
They call me Deacon Blue.
Deacon Blue!~
I was so numb. I couldn't feel anything, hear anything, see anything, ect. and so forth (I think you get the point). It wasn't until I noticed how hard it was to breathe that I noticed I was 'awake.'
And as the belt tightened around my chest, I felt scared. Pain flared up everywhere. I gritted my teeth and squeezed my eyes shut. The only thing that I could think of was to pray.
My mom used to take us to church, before she and Takaru went away. She always told me to pray if I needed any help. Only thing was, i felt so stupid doing it. Would God really care? most of time, nobody else does... Was I just a bother? but i didn't know anything else to do. I recieted the one pray they'd drilled into us - the Lord's Prayer. So here i am, struggling to breath, reciting, 'Give us this day, Our daily bread.'
It hurt so much, but eventually, a voice broke though my own personal haze.
'Yama? Oh, Lord thank you so! Onii-san! You're awake!'
The End
well, who hates me now? -.- But o you know how good it is to type those last two words?! I start almost 25 different stories a month. Unuaslly, I'm lucky If i finish one a year .
Eldameldo Puddlehopper Laiqualasse
Finished Typing 02/05/04
In the year of Quatre
By Eldameldo Puddlehopper Laiqualasse
Started on 01-27-04
Part One: If he told you his biggest secret - how would you handle it?
Epilogue
~They call Alabama
The crimson tide.
They call me Deacon Blue.
Deacon Blue!~
I was so numb. I couldn't feel anything, hear anything, see anything, ect. and so forth (I think you get the point). It wasn't until I noticed how hard it was to breathe that I noticed I was 'awake.'
And as the belt tightened around my chest, I felt scared. Pain flared up everywhere. I gritted my teeth and squeezed my eyes shut. The only thing that I could think of was to pray.
My mom used to take us to church, before she and Takaru went away. She always told me to pray if I needed any help. Only thing was, i felt so stupid doing it. Would God really care? most of time, nobody else does... Was I just a bother? but i didn't know anything else to do. I recieted the one pray they'd drilled into us - the Lord's Prayer. So here i am, struggling to breath, reciting, 'Give us this day, Our daily bread.'
It hurt so much, but eventually, a voice broke though my own personal haze.
'Yama? Oh, Lord thank you so! Onii-san! You're awake!'
The End
well, who hates me now? -.- But o you know how good it is to type those last two words?! I start almost 25 different stories a month. Unuaslly, I'm lucky If i finish one a year .
Eldameldo Puddlehopper Laiqualasse
Finished Typing 02/05/04
In the year of Quatre
