Impossible 4: Chasing Cars by thebrilliant, literature
Literature
Impossible 4: Chasing Cars
GERARD’S POV
I ride with Frank to the hospital, not daring to leave his side. The paramedics are doing everything they can, I just can’t help but wonder if it’ll be enough. We make it to the hospital fast and Frank is soon rolled away into intensive care. The doctors are with him for hours, but I don’t leave. I know I could, that I don’t have to wait for him. But part of me has to wait, I need to know that he’ll pull through. I wait for hours before I see Frank being taken to a room. A let out my breath that I didn’t realize I was holding in, this means that he’s okay, that there’s
Impossible 3: Fade to Black by thebrilliant, literature
Literature
Impossible 3: Fade to Black
FRANK’S POV
15 YEARS EARLIER
It’s just an ordinary day, nothing special about it. I guess that’s what’s wrong with it. Every day here has been the same, nothing seems different or better. I came to this university hoping for so much, but all that’s over. I thought that this would be a good place to start over and meet people and change. I should’ve known that things would stay the same. I know it hasn’t even been a quarter here, but on the other hand it’s been several months and I’m still alone. I still continue this existence that no one cares about, that no one will ever care abou
Impossible 1: Summertime by thebrilliant, literature
Literature
Impossible 1: Summertime
“Dad, can I not go back to school next year?” I plead with him.
He looked down at me, “Why?”
“I just don’t want to,” I shrugged. I didn’t really want to answer.
“Alex, what are you not telling me?” my dad insists on getting the reason out of me.
“I just don’t like the people there,” I pause and look away, “They act like I’m some kind of freak.”
My dad rests his hands on my arms, “Listen to me Alex, you are no freak. You’re a normal and wonderful human being. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”
“It’s ju
Impossible 2: The Kids from Yesterday by thebrilliant, literature
Literature
Impossible 2: The Kids from Yesterday
“I had a hard time growing up. For a good part of my childhood, I knew I was different from other kids, I was introverted, depressed, let alone the fact that I knew I was gay. I’d have to say that one of the main reasons that I ever knew the difference was because there were always other kids pointing them out. I managed fine for a lot of my school life, but when I went to high school, I was not accepted.
“When I had first started, I hoped for so much. But all my hopes fell. I was already getting picked on for being nerdy and unsocial. In an attempt to be more outgoing, I started going to the school’s QSA club.
Strange things can happen in life, things that weren’t meant to. But somehow life always finds a way. It’s like when you weren’t supposed to happen, but you turned out to be a happy accident. Only with me, there’s no way I was an accident. I could never have happened naturally, but that’s not to say that I’m a freak of nature. I just am a feat of science really.
I don’t know all that much about my origins, I just know that I took a lot of time. Probably just mostly trial and error, but somehow there was success. A lot of things happened after I was born (yes, I was born, I am human after all).
He builds coffins. He had spent his life crafting them, not because he had to or because he wanted to, but because he needed to. He had built them since he was little, nothing else had ever seemed as interesting to make. Everyone wanted his coffins, they were works of art. Beautiful, unique pieces of art that were only seen for a short period of time before being laid in the ground. The rich and poor came to him for coffins whenever they needed one; he always wanted to please them.
For years, he’d had his own coffin waiting for him. But now he was making a special one. No one had asked for this coffin, but he made it with love.
He walked down the lonely street, at that time of night, there weren't really many people walking about. He was walking out in the cold autumn air because he didn't know where to go. It'd been that way ever since Frank had started dating some girl. Gerard would still go seem him when ever he could but now with her around, his chances had been dwindling. Without Frank, he felt lonely. So Gerard did the one thing he could think of to numb the pain, he drank. He started going to a little irish pub, he started going there so much, that everyone there knew him. Even with how much he went to the little pub, Macintyre's, Gerard still had limi
Frank stood alone out in the rain. He stood on the cold street corner waiting for the bus to come. As always, it was late, terribly so. Frank was too far from home to walk, so he continued to stand there in the pouring raining and fading of what little sunlight there was. He shoved his hands deeper into his pockets in a desperate attempt to keep them dry. With each passing minute, he was getting wetter. He felt like he was being soaked to the bone. He took off his because it wasn't doing any good. Since it was soaked, it was just making him colder. He felt the rain pelt down on his head as he willed the bus to come soon.
Inexplicabl
He stood at the edge, looking down. He wasn't allowed to be there and he knew it, but he had gone up the roof of the school building anyways. He had been standing there for a while, just looking down the side of the highest point of the high school. His toes rested over the edge of the roof and he stood there balancing. He stood there for a while, as he stood there, people began to notice him. They began to look up. The sun was behind him, so they couldn't tell who it was, they just saw the tall figure looming over the edge.
People began pointing and shouting, bringing more people over. Soon, he saw some of the school administrators l
Steps of Dying (Imagination Contest) by thebrilliant, literature
Literature
Steps of Dying (Imagination Contest)
Step 1- Isolation
I sat there, legs crossed, arms folded, back erect, staring straight ahead, unmoving. The room I was in was... white. Matte white tiled walls, ceiling and floor, matte white trim, the 'furniture' a slab of white velour covered foam masquerading as a bed, the door, was flush with the wall, tiled on the inside, and handleless so it couldn't be seen when closed. I was all in white too, from my white plimsoles and socks, through white underwear and t-shirt to white velour tracksuit. I was the only color in the room, and that wasn't much. My overgrown brown hair, the kind that gets mistaken for black, falls to my shoulders,