TRIBUTE TO ERIC vol.1

"Tell me how does feel to be such an influnitial person? I mean it must just be a truly amazing feeling." Eric sits across from a reporter who is eagerly awaiting his answer. Eric takes a puff his pipe, and the smoke twirls into the studio lights.
"I'm not quite sure that I understand your question?"
The reporter has to readjust himeslf in his seat.
"Well you know... being who you are and all."

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Everything is everything. I'd heard the phrase plenty of times from strangers at bars, people at work, and loved ones in in the comfort of my own home. Everytime I heard it I cringed. It was too simple of an argument. So what's everything, what's that mean? Nothing could be everything, so everything is nothing? Does that help me? I really hope not. Wait... Now there's an interesting topic... hope. I know that feeling. That feeling has let me down a few times, but god i do love it. There is nothing quite like being emersed in the utopia of hope Yet, when everything comes around again it drowns that utopia and replaces it with the terror of suffocation, That is the feeling of hope letting you down. "To become checked in development", that's the Merriam- Webster definition of suffocation.
Suffocation leads to death, and some people will do anything to avoid death, to get that saving breath of air, even if it means taking your last one. So what happens when someone steals what they think is another's last breath and leaves them for dead, but the other person didn't die? In fact that other person is still alive. Is there anger? Yes. Hurt? Yes. Shock? A bit. Confussion? A lot. Answers? None. What could be done? What was supposed to be done? What was already done?
Sarah was my first best friend. I called her Sam though because her middle name was Samantha, and there were so many others Sarahs around, I just started calling her Sam, and it stuck.


... ANOTHER SEGMENT SOMETIME... REAL TIME STORY WRITING...

Preparation

Mmm, mmm, mmmm. Oh I love the smell of chicken frying. So juicy. I should check on my biscuits, but a sip of wine first. A nectar of goodness. That desevers one more cracker and slice of pepperjack cheese. O'kay the biscuits now. Whew, a heatwave from opening the oven. One more buttering and they'll be ready. Oh, the chicken's crisp and golden brown, better pull those out the oil. Fuck hot splaterring on my arm. Frying skin doesn't smell as good as frying chicken.
Potato salad, cole slaw. Let me put those in a dish. Can't make it myself yet, but the deli down the street is just as fine as homemade. Oh shit the biscuits! Did I burn them, no way. Oh thank you sweet Lord, they're just right. I think I'll just pull these out of the oven, and take a sip of wine. Ahhh. Smells so good. All right, let me set the spread.
Taste so fine. Everything together. I think next time I'll have mashed potatoes, garlic ones, instead of potato salad.

LUNCH BREAK

"I mean what the Christ Jason? Don't you fucking understand anything?" Jessie is in hysterical pants. Her emotions burst into a sob. "Why can't you get me? I thought after knowing me for so long you would actually know me. Instead it's like I'm a stranger."
Jason's response is on the tip of his tongue, but he bites back on his words and swallows his instinctive response. He stares at Jessie with the most empty of expressions. He looks more vacant than a cadavour.
"So typical! At a loss of words and emotion. Do you even have an opinion about this?"
Jason looks over at a stranger lying in his bed. He scints his eyes. It doesn't help. He looks again to Jessie. Anger stares him down, He tilts his head and shrugs his shoulders in one carefree motion. He turns and exits the bedroom.
"Where the hell do you think you're going? You can't just walk away from this."
Jason calmly walks out leaving Jessie standing naked in front of the bed. She turns to the starnger lying between the sheets.
"What the hell was that shit."
"He's probally upset," the stranger points out as he lies comfortably on the bed.
"And what the hell are you doing? Get the fuck up and do something."
"What do you want me to do? It's your husband."
"I don't know." She frustratingly puts her hand on her forehead, "Say something."
"We're screwed!" the stranger is terrified. His eyes are craters filled with fear. A chill shiffers through the body of Jessie freezing her in mid-breathe. She slowly turns to see Jason standing behind her with the same empty stare. Her eyes slowly drift down to Jason's hand where he is holding a large knife. Jason smiles.
"Oh no, you can't do this... What are you.... please no, please don't Jason...." Jesse frantically pleas as she falls back into the arms of the stranger. "I still love you."
Jason stops right in front of the bed. He shrugs his shoulders and tilts his head. Then he speaks, "This is all you'll ever get out of me." With a deep breathe he raises his arm...
"Is this what you wanted," Jessie softly asks as a tear rolls down her cheek.
"Yes." With his answer he thrusts his arm down. Jessie's face lights up with pain and hurt. She struggles to breathe.
The stanger yells out, "Oh my God!"
He pulls Jessie's limp body in to him closer. Jason stands lifeless in front of them. His face turns ghostly white. He looks down at the knife in his stomache. He collapses on the bed next to Jessie and the stanger. He starts cumvullsing.
Jessie rolls the body of Jason over. his stomache is blood soaked. Jessie screams hystarically. Her screams fade into a frantic cry. Her eyes alive with a wild rage. She reaches out and yanks the knife out Jason's stomache. She straddles the stranger.
"No, don't do it Jessie. He didn't love you, don't end it."
A drop of blood dangles on the end the blade above Jessie's head. It drops onto the white sheet. Jessie puts the whole force of her body behind the knife and plunges down into the body of the stanger. Blood squirts out of his chest covering Jessie's face. She begins to stab the stranger repeatedly splattering blood across the room. "Why'd you fuck me? Why'd you fuck me?" She stops stabbing him and collapses on top of the stranger.

Oscilating Fan

My thoughts lie gently on my mind which is numbed by the golden breeze of the sunshine that blows through the humm of the plastic blades of my fan. I stare deep trying to figure it out, why do I stare through the eyes of someone that is not me. I feel so unlike anyone, no one. I stare with the eyes of a creature that is unhuman, an alien. I'm not an alien, I look like, well how I've always look. Allthough, I can't see myself how I used to.
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK.... Hmmmm, I wonder who it is? Who knows I'm here in this room. I don't remember telling anyone I was here. I haven't talked to anyone as long as i can remember. What the fuck? I don't want to talk to anyone right now.... KNOCK, KNOCK... BANG. Are they trying to break down the door. BANG... Yes they're breaking down the door. I know i should get up. I know I shouldn't be here. I stare at my legs, they don't work. They don't feel, they don't hurt, they don't move. What's wrong with me?
I'm all the sudden terrified. I'm stuck, I'm in trouble. I have no sense of what will happen. I'm totally lost, my thoughts scattered. BANG....Oh no they're still there. I can't brethe anymore. I scream in my head, but I can't even hear my own terror. I just stare. i have no control. I can't even remeber if I ever did have control.
CRASH! The door flies open. A flash of the brightest sunlight ever. I can't see anymore. No color, no darkness, no shapes, no nothing, it is a void. This is what it came down to. Was there someone there. "Hello?" No response. i could still hear the humm oh my oscilating fan, but it grew more and more distant. I felt the sunshine warming my insides. That's when I left my mind. I wan't there, I was gone.
My eyes slowly unstuck themselves. A blurry haze of white posessed my sight. I lie on my plush grey carpet. i focus on my ceiling. i still can't move. I wonder what just happened. How long was Iaying on the floor. The sun wasn't shinig. My fan was still on. My thoughts weighed heavier on my mind now.