In order to write todays post i thought it would be best to go back into my archives and pull out an old story I had started or an idea that was under developed.
However this trip down memory lane was fraught with teen angst and horrible spelling. In fact so many of these under developed ideas were so bad that it made me have to stop reading.
I would like to go over the basic structure of my ideas from 10 - 13 years ago. All most all of my ideas were about a young boy with a great hidden skill or talent. He Is faced with a great tragedy or a Seemly impossible challenge. he then dose something thing funny , silly or sings and that saves the Day.
That was like 80% of my stories but i did have some stuff that i have written so i wanted to share this little ditty a story called Tree Huger.
Short story by Dominic.
I have had my group of friends for my whole life. We grew up in the same area the boys are toby a giant among men about 7.2 ft and with bright red hair , Jarred was your typical surfer with blonde hair and blue eyes and greg was a bogan as they come with out having a mullet. We are the typical suburban boys we all went to the same school and since year 5 have pretty much been there for each other though all the excitement of puberty and right up to now during the first year of uni.
This has put quite a strain of the friend ship for the first time we where not all going to the same school i was at a small collage in the Surry hills, Toby was at Sydney UNI, jarred was at TAFE and Jarred was working with his dads construction company so night like this when we got to go out with the The girls are rear. Our school was all boy but it had a sister school not far and we had a wonderful group of girl friends that too had become a massive part of my friendship circle tina, Jen and Jamie. Jamie is a girl friend of mine but she was in car crash when she was about 11 and has been in a wheel chair ever since. The thing is she is hot like really hot. Blonde hair blue eyes with a great set of personalities. Jen, was now doing medicine at UTS and Tina was doing law at note re dame.
So anyways this one night we were all going to the movies and then out on the town. So as any smart person does in this situation we where sneaking alcohol this makes the movie even better and means we have to spend less money when we go out after but Jamie was heading home she never really got to come out cause it’s so hard for here in clubs and wandering around the city in not an ideal situation for her. Anyways i offered to take her home and met up with people after. I didn't like that she would feel left out and i was alway a little concerned as to the fact that if she is drunk and in a wheel chair is that drink driving?
As we were walking (well i was walking and Jaime was rolling) home Jamie and i were obviously affected by the alcohol for one thing she was laughing at everything i said and ill be the first to admit that I'm not generally funny, i mean i have been know to tell the odd joke here and there but i not this funny. we where talking and she said “look Jake you know cause of the way i am i don’t really get that many guys” this is something i have thought about like if you saw this girl sitting in a coffee shop you would want to come and say hello if you saw her lying on the beach you would like to lie next to her. then i see the looks on peoples faces when she rolls out from behind the table or when she needs to be carried back to the car from the beach these guys sprit (witch just rubs it in more ) when they see that she cant walk. “how can i help Jamie” I said “I’m at your services” as i say this I'm hoping she is about to say i want to blow you or i want you inside me and to my absolute surprise she said “ well have you ever thought about me like that” is she reading my mind ? am i busted dose she know “um how would that work “ i asked and in my head I'm running though all these scenarios of us doing in would it work with her on top, would it work with be on top can i wrap her unusable legs around me ? as she rolled she looked back at me blushing and i concluded she is having a similar mental dilemma as me but then to my shock and awe she said “well you know that tree in the back yard if i hang from that i think you could stand behind me and .... you know” i was flabagastered what do you say to that. it is a classic moment where you a redefining a friendship, changing something that has been such a strong foundation for so long and I'm about to get laid.
We roll down the back of her house its your typical suburban dwelling i have been here 100’s of times over the years i have play’d in this back yard , i have climb in this tree and never in my wildest dreams did i think i would be doing this but as if naturally Jamie rolls over to a exposed brach. A branch that once held the best tire swing i have ever been on, a branch that me a Jamie sat on during her uncles 50th and drank our first beer. now i watch Jamie rolls under it and lifts her self up from the branch as the breeze gushes past it lift up her skirt and i can see that she has already taken off her underwear. I'm a rock .... I'm an island at this moment nothing else matters i need to have her, i race to be behind her and i undo my pants they fall to the grown and i grab her. i’m impressed at the strength of this girl she is holding herself up and is able to thrust her body back into mine this is amazing I'm in love I'm trying to hang on as i pules my body into hers and then all of a sudden the porch light turns on this has the effect of a cold shower as i see the unmistakable silhouette of Jamie’s father Bruce walking towards the back porch he stands at the end of the balcony shaking his head. Im a blur, my pants are up, I grab her chair and race to get it under Jamie she is silent her head is down, I walk with her to the back porch and to the stairs at the top of witch stands Jamie’s father. “i am so Sorry , I can’t express how truly sorry i am bruce” . Bruce looked down at me his face is unreadable I cant tell is it blind rage if it is hate but I have never seen this look on his face.
“Don’t worry mate the last guy left her in the tree” bruce said .
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An important thing for me is a structure. If I know what is expected I'm much better at delivering a product compared to having free rein. If this is going to be an on going thing which I hope it is, I thought it best to work out exactly what I required from myself.
The best way I could think of was breaking it down by the days of the week. Here is what I was thinking as a minimum each week.
Monday will be reviews- I thought this is a good day to review something usually over the weekend I will have watched a movie, played a game or been somewhere so each Monday I will be able to review something current. The important thing about Monday is that it will relevant so old movies and things will be bonus posts.
Tuesday is “this or that”- I thought I would take apart a subject and try and discuss it from both sides. This is a great way for me to make decisions about things. I have all ready been thinking of a few topics. They are things like PC Vs Mac for my new fantasy desktop. I will also talk about gadgets and gizmos that I would like to be in my life.
Wednesdays will be creative- Each Wednesday I'm going to attempt to do some creative writing. This will most commonly be in the form of short stories. I may also do some film idea breakdowns. discuss writing techniques and screenplay formatting.
Jared sat in an armchair, set at angle to the flickering fireplace. As Jamie rose from the sofa that created the rest of the angle, he glanced up, hazel eyes framed by a bare hint of gray in his dark hair. She smiled softly at his inquisitive glance, and shook her head. His lips twitched back, and she moved through the hallway, into the kitchen.
When Jamie returned, Jared had gone back to staring at the crackling fire. She set down a glass of wine onto the table to the right of the armchair, and he looked up at the sound of glass meeting wood.
"You only ever stare at the fire and be silent like that when something's on your mind." Jamie laid a hand on his shoulder for a moment, then raised it to caress his cheek. Jared leaned into the touch, closing his eyes, and they remained there for a silent moment. Then she continued, "What is it, babe?"
The endearment always brought a smile to Jared's face, and it did not fail this time. One side of Jared's mouth lifted. "I don't really know, Jamie."
She glanced at the piece of thick paper he grasped in the gap between two fingers. Jared had not once released it the whole evening, Jamie noticed. He caught her glance, and he gave another crooked expression, one shoulder rising and falling. "You know I never keep anything more serious than planned gifts or vacations a secret from you. This came today."