Sunday, April 17, 2022

You Know This… Right?

Devi couldn’t help but chuckle as she settled into her chair in front of the webcam. “So, there’s something I’ve realised.” She began. “It would seem I’m best at pouring my heart out in front of a camera as opposed to directly in front of you, in person, to your face. In that original video, I didn’t have an option. But now, I do have a choice, and I’m still here, coming to you from a screen. Maybe it’s cause this feels important, just like last time, and I want to make sure I get this across right. Maybe it’s cause doing it this way, I can have as many takes as I need.” She stopped for breath. 


“So, like I said, this feels important. It’s kind of an ‘I want you to know’…” Devi held her fingers up to air quote the last part. “Except, it’s also a bit ‘you know… right?’” She couldn’t help laughing again. “No pressure.” 

At all… Devi imagined one of her friends finishing, and struggled to keep a straight face. Until, a second later, a grin cracked her straight lips. “Alright, alright. Let me put y’all out of your misery.” She says, pretending she’d meant it all along. 

“I know I can be kinda intense sometimes. I’m an ‘all in’ type o’ gal.” The smile stays fixed on Devi’s face, while inside, she feels like hyperventilating. This was important, and it felt like there was tons of pressure. 


“But what I want you to know… what I want to make sure you know, is that it’s because of how deep my love and care for all of you goes. Because of everything I said in that last video, and everything I wrote in the envelopes.” Devi felt her shoulders drop a fraction as a little tension was eased with the memory of the first video and the individualised envelopes that had gone with it. “That’s a good example of the intensity I’m talking about. But also the depth.” Devi sighed, the anxieties that had been buried below starting to rise to the surface. “The intensity is because of the depth. Maybe I care and love too much, if that’s possible? I don’t know. The point is that there is an abundance of love and care. Like, way more than I can figure out how to quantify. What can I say, y’all are important to me. Like, really important.” 


Whether the laughter had something to do with hysteria or was more something of an attempt to ease more tension that had built back up, or maybe it was a mixture of both? “More of the intensity I was talking about…” she tells the camera, and her friends. “I know that could be a bit… confronting sometimes, which is why I wanted to make sure you know kinda where it comes from. It’s all outta a whole lot o’ love, and care, but mostly love. Purely platonic love that is.” Devi started to ramble before taking a breath to help rein herself back in. “But love all the same.” 

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This story follows on from I Want You To Know, which you can read here

Thursday, March 10, 2022

When I Close My Eyes

When I close my eyes, it's just like it used to be. Like nothing has changed. When I close my eyes, it's like you never left at all. Because when I close my eyes, you are right there. Whenever I close my eyes, you're still here with me. 

Here, we're together, in our own little world. Just you and me. You take me in your arms and we sway in time with a silent song. I am lost in your eyes, not able to bring myself to look away for fear you'll somehow fade away. I don't want to let go of your hand for fear you might slip through my fingers and disappear completely, well beyond .  

Here, in this little world of ours, the rest of the world seems to melt away until it's just the two of us. 
We dance, just like we always used to. My eyes are closed, but here, it feels like we're dancing among the clouds. We're way up high, where nothing can touch us and no one can get to us.    

It's so easy to fool myself into thinking it's real. It feels real. I'd like it to be. So it is with great sadness that I open my eyes and real returns. But, I know that still, you are right there, just out of my reach. Even if it's only for a song, you are always there, waiting for me in the world of my dreams. Whenever I close my eyes. 

Thursday, January 13, 2022

The Curse of a Bleeding Heart

 The biggest problem with being a bleeding heart is when my heart bleeds. When it bleeds and there’s nothing I can do about it. I feel the pain of others as acutely and deeply as if it were my own. As if what’s happening is happening to me rather than someone else.

 

One sure fire way to know you’re super special to me is if my heart starts to bleed after you’ve told me about a big pain or struggle you’re experiencing. I mean, you’re not going to actually see it, but you’ll probably still be able to tell. I’ll likely just start crying. Next, I’ll want to know what I can do. Then, finally, I’ll rack my brains trying to figure out how to solve the issue that’s caused you, my dear friend, so much anguish. Not because I want to try to turn off your feelings like the flick of a switch or shut them off like a tap. I know all too well it doesn’t work that way. 


No. I react the way I do because my heart breaks to see you so upset. It hurts so much that I want to rip off the culprit’s head, jump down their throat and scream bloody murder at them all at once. It’s like showing red to a bull. How dare they hurt someone so dear to me? There has to be consequences for what they’ve done. They have to know… No more than know, they need to feel the terrible pain they have inflicted on you. Because they obviously have no idea, otherwise they would never do what they did, because they wouldn't just be aware of the consequences of their actions, they would truly understand the impact of those actions. Given that understanding, maybe they would act differently.


You know I would usually never harm even a fly. But mess with someone important to me? Well then, heaven help you, because I am bound to get pretty fierce. Mess with someone important to me at your own risk and be assured that if you do, you will feel my fiery wrath. 

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This story follows on from How Do You Solve A Problem and Wish, which you can read here and here

Tuesday, November 16, 2021

The Lone Chameleon

 Dear Mr. Stewart, 

My name is James and I live in Australia. I have been a fan of your art for a long time now. Particularly, your work The Lone Chameleon. I feel like a chameleon a lot because I feel like I'm invisible. No one really sees me, and if they do, they don't want to know me. I only wish that I could really turn invisible like the Lone Chameleon can. It might be better that way. I wouldn't be able to be seen to be picked on any more. 


Anyway, I have a chance at a friend, but whoever they are.. They want it to be secret. At least for now. I guess it's safer that way. I really like The Lone Chameleon and I wanted to know if it'd be ok for me to borrow the name to use with this new secret friend of mine? I hope you write back and it's ok. 

James

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Dear James, 

You can call me Marty if you'd like. Mr. Stewart makes me sound a bit old, but I'm really not sure if I'm that much older than you. I'm really happy to hear you like The Lone Chameleon so much. It's one of my favorite creations. You're welcome to borrow, or should I share the name. I'll just ask one thing if I may- if anyone asks where it came from, tell them about me, ok? 


I'm not sure if you've seen or know about it already, but if you look on my website, I've written the story behind The Lone Chameleon there. I thought that might interest you, but want to say for now that you're not alone. Also, it sounds like things might be a little rough for you- I'm real sorry about that and hope it gets better soon. All the Best, 

Marty 

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Marty Stewart was first featured in my short story The Storyteller, written in honour of Stan Lee, which you can read here

You can also read more of James's story in my latest longer release, Cam & Goldie, over on Wattpad here. The first few chapters are up now. 

Thursday, October 28, 2021

No Words

 The sky overhead was covered with big clouds. Not a touch of bright blue in sight. Rain ran down, drenching everything it touched with it's freezing cold droplets as darkness descended upon her world. 


She lay on the ground, alone, silent and stuck in place. She'd long ago given up on trying to move. It was no use, being trapped by invisible chains that kept her bound. No longer could she scream or make a tiny sound, for all of that had long been lost to her. Even if she'd been able to manage some kind of small squeak, there was no one to hear it. At least, no one who cared. Those who did, those who tried, were all ripped away and she was beaten further down. Just to reinforce the lesson. Don't bother trying. No matter what you do, it won't be good enough. If it is good, you'll be laughed at for your efforts. And most importantly, no matter what, you are on your own. 


So she lay still and silent, wishing that she could just melt away. That she could somehow evaporate into the ground and cease to exist. That was the only out she could see. The only way to make it all stop and go away. But she couldn't do that. She couldn't do anything. 


It seemed to go on for forever, until finally, one day, it stopped. After so long in pitch blackness, she was blinded by the sunlight streaming down upon her, as if from a crack . The light illuminated something. Squinting narrowed her focus enough to allow her to recognise the something as a hand. On immediate instinct, she recoiled and flinched. Her heat beat faster, nearly jumping up to her throat. Hands weren't good, she'd learned long ago. They got ripped away, and both of them would pay a price in the end. 


For long enough to lose all track of time, she stared at the hand reached toward her. Steady and unmoving. Still there. Her entire arm shook as she moved it at snail's pace toward the hand outstretched. The hand moved closer. Fingers curled around her wrist and a gentle pull helped her to her feet. 


She blinked. The stranger that looked back at her wore an expression that had become foreign to her. Their face bore a soft, gentle kindness she wasn't used to anymore. The sad sympathetic smile reached to fill their eyes with tears. A sorrow and sorry for what she had been through. For the darkness that had completely enveloped her and overshadowed her entire world. She felt the air leave her lungs. The hand still holding hers squeezed, as if to say that it would be ok. But also that it was ok if it wasn't ok. 


Slowly, as the hand kept on holding hers, she grew used to the light re-entering and taking over her world. She learnt that the sun wouldn't burn her to a crisp and instead, she allowed it, and the stranger's care to rewarm her freezing cold soul. 


After a time, the hand let go of hers. But the stranger, now a friend, stayed standing beside her. Still there, just in case. Their very presence was all she needed to let herself be brave as she started to learn to move and walk again. They stepped forward when she stumbled, offering a hand to catch her before she fell to the ground. They helped her find her stability and steadiness when the ground beneath her feet felt shaky and fragile. They supported her balance when she needed to tiptoe so the ground beneath her wouldn't crack. 


But then, the ground did crack. Her eyes darted around as she started to fall, looking for the kind stranger who had become her friend, and something of a saviour. But she couldn't see them anywhere. Their hand had disappeared. Her breath caught in her throat. She wasn't sure if they'd been ripped away, but those same feeling as if they had been flooded her now. Terrifying fear. She was frozen in place, unable to move, barely managing to breathe. The light and warmth that had filled her world disappeared and she was plunged into icy darkness. Her universe was pitch black, and it was just like she was right back there, all over again.   


But just as the horrible darkness returned, so too did a hand. And not just one this time, either. Many hands all appeared to take hers. She couldn't believe her eyes as she looked at all the people around her, willing to pull her to her feet and support her shaky steps. Now, her eyes were the ones brimming with tears. A lump filled with emotion prevented any kind of speech as she allowed a few to help her up, slow and steady to stand. 


Then, her breath caught, picturing what seemed like the inevitable. Every single one of the people belonging to the outstretched hands being beaten black and blue, just because of the offer of a hand. She shook her head, not wanting that for any of them. She fell hard and fast to her knees, tears streaming down her face. I'm not worth it, she wanted to tell them. 


But still, the hands remained, waiting. But you are, they seemed to say, and she was reminded of that first stranger. The one who had made her feel like it was ok. She found their face amongst the many people surrounding her as they all came closer. With a collective effort of everyone, she was supported to stand, and a tight embrace ensured she would not fall again. 


She felt warmth emanating from the bodies around her. Warmth that was fuelled by a genuine kind caring. By love. The warmth of several who knew she was more then she'd been led to believe. Then she now thought herself to be. People who saw her, even though she'd lost sight of herself. Who remembered, even when she'd forgotten.  


She looked at all of them. She wanted to say something, to tell them all how much it meant. How much they meant. But the lump of emotion was still rock hard in her throat. Even if she had been able to speak, she wasn't sure she'd be able to find the words. She had none. No words would be adequate to begin to describe everything she felt, how much it, and they, all meant. There were no words. No words at all. 

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For all of the people who have helped and supported me. You know who you are, and I have no words adequate enough to thank you. For everything.