Twiggy
24-08-2004, 10:40
Some of you many not like the content of this story but this is what flikers though my mind from time to time. Sorry.........
This is a joint effort by myself and Antmusic.....
The Life Of Tom
Tom sat in the corner of his room shivering sorting through some papers he'd printed off this morining.
Around him lay his belongings an old teddy bear which he'd mutilated in his fits of rage. It had belonged to his younger Sister Leah untill they were playing pretend and he felt attracted to it, it's once light brown fur, blue eyes and soft texture. Now it lay in the beam of light that filtered though the aged curtains moth eaten ears that looked like they'd been torn off then regratfully sown back into place with the thread of guilt. It's once brown fur was now a dirty black with ink drawings and symbols, fake blood from the previous Hallow-ween, blue pen inscribed the symbols of the devil.
On his wall was a cork board covered with page after page of infomation on his favourite topic, lyrics from songs that had special "meanings", pictures, photographs, newspaper cuttings and an aray of objects that were pinned into place, one being the left arm of his desicrated teddy.
Tom stood up nad walked slowly through the dim light of his room to his bed were he sat down, looking down at his clock, it was 12:00 noon, he'd get lunch in a minuet, he open the top draw of his bed side table and began rummageing through its content, past porno magazines, condoms that were as thin as celophane due to age, several books, a lighter which he took out and place by his side still he develed deeper into the draw untill he reached what he was looking for.
He took his diary from the back of the draw and opened the lock. It was one of those pink girly diaries that has a little lock and key to get into it, but this one wasn't pink anymore, the feathery lock was burned and the covers where graffittied with drawings, symbols, lyrics and quotes. Opening it up he began to read, fact after fact about how President Kennedy was assasinated, pictures of the insident covered a two page spread, fact pages about all the different weapons that could have been used and drawing that he'd drawn about the insident. This was his priced posetion. He never let anyone see it accept himself, he tiggled with excitment when he ran his fngers over the pages reading his oun investigations and conclusions, he turned the pages slowly makeing sure he didn't leave anything out. He reached a fresh, creased page. He walked over to his cork board and found some lyrics he'd been meaning to stick into his book which he assured himslef were some of the causes of the assasination.
He cut each sing out carefully humming the tunes ti each one as he stuck them in adn wrote a short explination about each one, he looked t the clock again, 3:21, he'd missed lunch again Mummsie wouldn't be happy.
This is a joint effort by myself and Antmusic.....
The Life Of Tom
Tom sat in the corner of his room shivering sorting through some papers he'd printed off this morining.
Around him lay his belongings an old teddy bear which he'd mutilated in his fits of rage. It had belonged to his younger Sister Leah untill they were playing pretend and he felt attracted to it, it's once light brown fur, blue eyes and soft texture. Now it lay in the beam of light that filtered though the aged curtains moth eaten ears that looked like they'd been torn off then regratfully sown back into place with the thread of guilt. It's once brown fur was now a dirty black with ink drawings and symbols, fake blood from the previous Hallow-ween, blue pen inscribed the symbols of the devil.
On his wall was a cork board covered with page after page of infomation on his favourite topic, lyrics from songs that had special "meanings", pictures, photographs, newspaper cuttings and an aray of objects that were pinned into place, one being the left arm of his desicrated teddy.
Tom stood up nad walked slowly through the dim light of his room to his bed were he sat down, looking down at his clock, it was 12:00 noon, he'd get lunch in a minuet, he open the top draw of his bed side table and began rummageing through its content, past porno magazines, condoms that were as thin as celophane due to age, several books, a lighter which he took out and place by his side still he develed deeper into the draw untill he reached what he was looking for.
He took his diary from the back of the draw and opened the lock. It was one of those pink girly diaries that has a little lock and key to get into it, but this one wasn't pink anymore, the feathery lock was burned and the covers where graffittied with drawings, symbols, lyrics and quotes. Opening it up he began to read, fact after fact about how President Kennedy was assasinated, pictures of the insident covered a two page spread, fact pages about all the different weapons that could have been used and drawing that he'd drawn about the insident. This was his priced posetion. He never let anyone see it accept himself, he tiggled with excitment when he ran his fngers over the pages reading his oun investigations and conclusions, he turned the pages slowly makeing sure he didn't leave anything out. He reached a fresh, creased page. He walked over to his cork board and found some lyrics he'd been meaning to stick into his book which he assured himslef were some of the causes of the assasination.
He cut each sing out carefully humming the tunes ti each one as he stuck them in adn wrote a short explination about each one, he looked t the clock again, 3:21, he'd missed lunch again Mummsie wouldn't be happy.