For Chelsea who told me to write a story and use the name Jace
Jace
There once was a dangerously self-content boy named Jace. Jace had a different mindset than other people. Jace had thoughts like lions and thoughts like strangers whom he had read about but had never met or have seen. He had thoughts like the mysterious Edgar Allen Poe but he also had thoughts like the ever so famous Katy Perry. Jace liked cerebration. He would always think and that’s why it was his favorite thing to do. He thought that thinking was something every little beast with a brain had in common. He liked having things in common;he hated having things in common. The only thing in common he liked was thinking, but he didn’t want the thoughts that were speeding in his head to be in common. Jace once met a beautiful lady. He had never figured her name had any importance, he never thought any name had significance, so he never asked for her name and if she tried to tell him he would think harder and his thoughts would shut the closed book that he never wanted to read. Coming out of her glorious, sweet lips he once her say the first two letters, Ju, and he hated that she shared the first letter with his ingenious name. Jace tried to think other thoughts then the first two letters of her name. He didn’t like this name thing people said because he didn’t want to have what makes him him to be in common with another him who wasn’t him, they just shared the name. Jace didn’t think that though. He didn’t want to.
Jace and this woman had things in park. Jace didn’t like that. But the worst thing is: the thing they had in common was their thoughts. Jace scorned that the most. At first he fell in love but then he recognized the truth. Jace didn’t want his thoughts to be in a different head, full of silky black hair. He hated her glossy night hair because behind it held his own thoughts. He thought an amazing idea one day while he was thinking all of his other amazing thoughts. He thought that if he shoved a glossy silver knife through her glossy black hair, maybe their thoughts would surrender out of her and only be in him. He forgot that she had the same thoughts just then.
When he tried to bleed his thoughts of her pale head, she was trying to do the same thing to him. They stood there and looked at the shiney silver knives in eachothers hand and thought the same thought. They walked toward each other, with a drag on their feet, thinking the same chilling thought of death soon approaching them. When they reached each other they put their hands on each others cheeks, wiping away the clear salt falling out of their eyes. They held a kiss while they shoved their magnificent but deadly knives through each others glossy black manes that flowed out of their heads. The dark color of death mixed with the dark silver and their same thoughts disappeared into nihility.
