Short Stories, Written Words

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He was the kind of guy I’d seen in movies. The type that hates everything, uses intelligent words and has a special bond with David Lynch. I felt fascinated and cultivated when I hung out with him.
We met on a friday. It was cold outside and I was waiting to pick up my family from the airport. They were coming to visit me on my semester abroad in Toronto. Our eyes met and I knew it right away. I would fall hard this time. I smiled, knowing he would smile back. He did. After class I waiting outside for him, wanting to introduce myself. “How did your quiz go?” Casual talk, with sex on our minds.

His name was Aidan. I was his Carrie. He picked me up after school on a Wednesday. It was our first date. My family had left and I was free as a bird. Free to explore all the perks of being a tall, blonde and beautiful Danish girl studying abroad. He told me stories of people I had never heard of, and made me feel cool. Walking next to him and his guitar made me feel powerful, inspired, accepted. The museum was crowded and so were our thoughts. I had to impress him, but words like unicorn and Taylor Swift kept popping up, proving how different we were.

Our first kiss was in High Park. We were high. I was flying, he was grounded. I couldn’t believe the beauty of his eyes, locking me in right then and there and never allowing me to forget them.

That was it. Sometimes that’s all it takes for two people to find each other. Mutual fascinations, young creative minds and a decision to be loved. He kissed me bye near the lockers. He called me and asked me to come over. He waved at my parents on skype and held me close all night long. Nothing could go wrong…

As the months passed we both changed our clothes, haircuts and interest. The dreaded date of my return drew closer. The days seemed longer as the feelings grew. I couldn’t take it.. I had to stay longer. Had to try it out, before I gave up and moved on to someone new. It had to be you.

With you I was a writer. With you I was a poet. Never before had I felt so confident and sure of myself. I could color my hair pink, blue and purple and you wouldn’t care. I could talk danish in my sleep and you still found me adorable. So I left my family behind to be with you. I gave up my entire life to be with you.

You had always been fond of weed. Had always woken up to the smell of weed and gone to sleep with it. You said you couldn’t function without, but I couldn’t quite comprehend. Then you had an audition. An audition with a drugtest. You were sure of yourself and confident you could do it.
Seeing you fall apart like that was heartbreaking. Seeing myself starting to care less was beautiful. I wanted happiness. I choose positivity. I was the sun to your dark clouds and without me you would be lost. No money, no purpose, no inspiration.
You lost a part of yourself in those days. Lost that special edge I had been so drawn to. I suddenly saw what you were really saying. Suddenly heard the words coming out of your mouth. They made no sense. They didn’t add up. You talked about adventures but locked yourself into your room. You talked about inspiration, but only got it when you were off in a different world. You talked about your heroes but refused to see them for who they really were.

It’s funny about stereotypes. We all hate them. We all like to believe, we don’t fit into a tiny box of adjectives. But we do. So very much. Especially the ones who say they “can’t be categorized”. Who says they’re “complicated” and “feel like they don’t belong in this world”. Those are the worst ones. The easiest to spot.
You fit in like a shoebox in a missing spot. You hit the type right on. Maybe that’s why I liked you. Because you reminded me of those hipster, indie movies. Because you were so far from my reality. I really did like you Aidan. I loved you. I idolized you. Maybe that’s why it was bound to happen. Bound to fall apart.

In the months after I left the country we barely talked. We had said we didn’t want to be tied down, but we were only lying to ourselves. We talked about the future and I believed your words. Believed you, when you said you’d come to Copenhagen for me.
Words have the power to break you. They have the power to lie and make someone believe you. Ideas can fall apart and that’s what we did. We were an idea, that would never turn into reality. We were an exciting story to tell our grandchildren.

I was so in love. I was so naive. I don’t regret a thing and I know you don’t either. Now we’re words in a diary, notes in a song. Poetry in our own way.

Short Stories, Written Words

Molly

There’s a big black guy in front of me, with the widest smile I have ever seen.
“You from Denmark?” he asks with excitement in his voice. He is holding my pink drivers-license, making sure I am old enough to enter this holy place of parties.
“Yes I am,” I say, matching his wide smile.
“That’s cool. Enjoy the party,” the bouncer says, while showing me the way in with his arm. I can barely hold in my enthusiasm as I walk past him.
“Bye, thank you, have a lovely night,” I shout after him. My friends look concerned at me.
“Are you okay Clara?” Adam asks. He is wearing sunglasses, shorts and a Hawaii shirt, fitting in naturally with this crowd.
“Yeah, I’m wonderful, just wonderful!” I say, and as the words cross my lips, I realize how true they are. I do feel wonderful. Absolutely wonderful! I guess the thing finally kicked in. I know I should be scared, but this feeling has taken over me and made all my worries disappear. I feel fearless, fabulous and fast. My shoes are as tall as towers and my dress as flowery as a field in Florence.
“Come on, let’s get something to drink,” Adam says. I walk with him and our friend Natalie towards to bar. Natalie is talking lively with the bartenders. I wonder if she is feeling it too. She must be, but I don’t wonder about it for long, because now I’m getting lost in my busy train of thoughts. My mouth feels jerky and weird. I try to open it, move it side-to-side and close it again. Adam notices my strange movement and hands me something.
“Don’t worry, it’s just a gum. It will help you with your mouth issue,” he says and pops one in his own mouth. I trust Adam, so I accept this little piece of gum. The chewy sensation that hits my senses is almost too much. Gum has never tasked this good. I smack and smash as it moves from one tooth to another.
“Thank you, this is amazing.” I say and then stop myself. “Amazing…” I stop again, feeling a wondering frown move across my face.
“What’s wrong?” Adam asks, clearly not understanding the trouble.
“I sound like a bitch!” I exclaim in the same strange accent.
“No you don’t. You sound just the same,” Adam says, his attention elsewhere now.
“Oh god I sound so American. Like such a bitch.” I say, mostly to myself to hear the words exit my mouth. My tongue is moving in a different direction than normally and it fascinates me. But then a new sensation creeps in. A beat has reached my ear. The sound moves all the way through my body, from my fingertips to my toes. I’m having a hard time standing still, for the waves are crashing full speed towards me.
“Can we go dance?” I almost shout at Adam and Natalie. They clearly feel the same desire as me but something is drawing them closer first.
“Yeah course, but we have to smoke first.” Adam tells me in a parenting tone.
“Arg man really? But I want to go now!” I whine. I know that I sound like a complaining baby, but I can’t stop it.

As we walk towards the smoking area, near the fence, I am having a hard time trying not sneaking in little dance moves. I walk, proud like a lioness, ready to mate. No specific facial features are noticed, only colors and emotions enter my brain. My head is bouncing as we finally reach the fence. We each have a drink in our hands. I barely remember buying a drink. I only remember the cold feeling that goes through my body as I sip it. Adam and Natalie are smoking and talking, but I don’t feel like doing either. I just want to dance. I can hardly wait any longer.
“I’m going over there to dance,” I say to them as I walk towards the crowd. I don’t want to get lost from my protectors, so I stay within eyesight. Everybody is moving to his or her own rhythm, laughing and smiling, enjoying this lovely evening. I join their happiness circle. Feeding off this sensation, I start to sway my body, feeling my senses take over. I close my eyes and allow my brain to take a nap. Not caring about a single thing, person or thought feels amazing.
Adam and Natalie joins me shortly after, and I smile because they smile. I see Adam go up and down and up again, never stopping. I try to do the same, but my heels are much too high and I do not want to kill this vibe. So I just keep swaying slowly. He laughs and throws his head back in joy.
I feel five fingers closing in on mine, making me feel safe and warm. With no cares or worries in sight, I open my eyes once again. I smile at Adam and Natalie, feeling truly blessed that they are here with me. Here at this wondrous night, full of joy, emotions and delight. I look up to the sky and smile. It will all be over tomorrow.