One Shots

Sharp Waves

There is the tranquail calm before the storm or so that is wat we are made to think. Calm is not something that exist in a world that is full of storms adn sad happenings or a world that is ravaged by dust clouds and acid rain. People are storms that appear calm and have a fresh demearor that isn't seen til the storm hits. This person was someone who never seemed to be anything but calm, almost apathic with no hints of anything bothering them. The poster boy of someone who is the calm before the and the mess afterwards.

The pieces have to be cleaned up and placed back together slowly and carefully to keep from falling apart a second time. The only issue is that once this person's storm finished he pieced back together quickly and messily, this person was fragile. It was like walking on glass whenever someone got close to him, every crack was evident like stone cracking. You see the cracks but don't know the cause of them. When dealing with this person you have to walk a very thin line as not to upset him but that means you have to know where that line is. The day came when he run into the wrong group of people but he didn't know. At first things were good, the people were good and the things they did weren't that bad, yet. Things changed, everything went wrong and piece by piece the storm in the person started to swirl again. Driven to the end, cutting ties and saying goodbyes. Had the friends paid any attention they would of saw the storm and the cracks deepening, it was too late when they did notice. The bridge was calming, the wind on the chilly November night. The dark blue sky now that the sun had set, the sound of the water hitting the rocks. The water called and sang a sweet lullaby, for someone who never knew calm the song the water sang felt so peaceful.

Peace in the sense that he had to go to the water, he had to be a peace of the calm. The bridge was high, the sky was beautiful and the water was home. The rush of the wind and then the hit of the water was what he wanted and what he got. The police found the body the next morning washed up on the shore. The parents cried, the friends were confused and the rest shocked. Had anyone paid attention it could of been prevented. But the storm raged an came to a quiet end.

Storms rage and anyone and anything that ends up the crossfires loses everything or nothing.

NOTE: This is an old piece of mine that I wrote a couple of years ago, it is probably not the best and I know that. I do hope that anyone who reads this actually does enjoy the story though. I have finally posted something after not posting in so long so I do hope you guys enjoy this even though it totally sucks. Thanks for reading, if you liked it don't forget to vote and leave a comment if you feel like it. Thanks.
Jasper^~^