Monday, January 28, 2013

It's A Lazy Monday


Hey y'all it's Monday; I know everyone hates Monday's but I hope my blog can be at least one good thing you can look forward to on a Monday. Today i'm going to switch things up a bit; some people close to me might have seen this already while to others this will be a new experience. Today I will be sharing a bit of myself with you as I let you read a story I wrote once upon a time ago. I'm hoping you like it and its something that will pull you in for an enjoyable ride; i'm thinking i'll let you have the first two pages and you can comment if you liked it or not and that will determine if I post another two pages or more. Honestly I was supposed to write about "changes" today but work has be run down and tired so I don't want to write something I don't put my all into for you guys.




Equivalent Exchange

It was the summer of 2009; if hell was the hottest place imaginable to the mind, then living through this heat was as close as one could get being alive. It was a blisteringly hot evening, as had become the norm during this summer heat wave that had taken hold of Japan. People walking, would randomly look up as if looking to see the sky open up and quench the earth with a shower of rain to take the intense heat away; but sadly the more they looked up, the hotter it seemed to get. From the school kids with the opened blazers and hiked up skirts, to the business men with unbuttoned collars, to the senior citizens with battery operated portable hand fans; everyone was doing their best to deal with the sweltering heat.
As Nika walked off the sidewalk and into the train station, the rousing aroma of fallen cherry blossoms scattered on the ground and being trampled upon by the heavy flow of pedestrians lingered on her olfactory system. She had grown accustomed to that sweet aroma, but the heat that accompanied it was not as pleasurable. It had been four years since she had moved to Japan; yet it all felt so foreign to her. As she stood there on the train platform waiting for the 4 p.m. train to Kyoto, she thought to undo the top two buttons of her blouse to help cool down a bit. She began to gently place her custom-made brown leather attaché down by her feet; but as she did so and began to unbutton her collar, she noticed a small group of men just coming from work; no doubt heading to a karaoke bar in Kyoto watching her and conversing amongst each other. This behavior in and of itself was nothing new to Nika; she had started maturing both mentally and physically at a very young age and as such began to inadvertently command the attention of the opposite sex. Normally she would go along and give a little show and tease them to wet their appetite but with all the heat and her day at work she just didn't feel like it, she just wanted to get on the Shinkansen to Kyoto and relax for a bit on her way home. As the Shinkansen rumbled into the station right on time, she just scoffed at the group of men as she took up her attaché; and proceeded to board the train.
Inside the train was air-conditioned; a perfect haven for those trying to get away from the hot summer heat wave that had Japan in its fiery grasp. Everywhere you looked, you could see people showing signs of fatigue from the relentless heat and a wide array of ways to try and cope with the heat. As Nika sat there in her seat on the crowded Shinkansen going into Kyoto; she couldn’t help but drift off into the depths of her mind. As she sat there seemingly staring out the window of the train admiring the rapidly passing foliage; no one could tell that this young lady was actually deep in thought, replaying the major events of the past eight years of her life  that had inevitably led her to the current path she had chosen to walk down. 
This was the only time that she had to herself; this daily train ride reflection was her ritualistic means of introspection after another boring day at work pretending to be something she was not. She longed for the day when she could be herself and not have to be something she was not; it was as if everyday a little piece of her died and was swept away with the hustle and bustle of the city. Always having to be alert and have a watchful eye for occurrences outside of the norm that might indicate they had gone back on the agreement. With a sudden jerk, the Shinkansen started to pull out of the station and begin its journey cross country to Kyoto; Nika placed her attaché underneath her seat and leaned back on the soft cushiony train seat. And so the ritual began; her dance with the past as she strolled down memory lane, wondering just what exactly had gotten her into this predicament.
Was it the fact that she had been an average girl but suddenly skyrocketed into the spotlight of popularity when she hit puberty, or maybe it was her parents who could never say no to her adorable little face growing up? Whatever it was, she had grown into a strong willed and manipulative woman that always knew exactly what she wanted and how to get it. She had always been that way since high school, she was head cheerleader, head of the science club and upon graduation school and district valedictorian. Nika in one form or another was always commanding the respect or attention of her peers around her, whether through academia or through envy.
As she sat there mulling over the endless possibilities that had gotten her to this stage in her life, she couldn’t help but dwindle on the memory of Brett Davis. His piercing blue eyes and beach blonde bowl cut hair, he was the intellectual type but somehow he had the body of an athlete. He was the type of man to always be punctual, whether for work or recreation, never to be seen slovenly dressed or displaying outlandish and boorish behavior. Brett held him-self accountable to high standards, he set for himself both in and out of the workplace. He stood at a whopping 6 feet 2 inches and you felt like a small plant in his presence. His charming and witty demeanor lifted you to his level so you never viewed him as overbearing or felt inferior to him. He was what many would call a man’s man, at first glance you would be wary if not intimidated by his demeanor as he commanded a high level of respect as soon as he entered any room, however once you engaged him in conversation it was easy to tell that he meant you no ill will and was an excellent conversationalist. Brett flipped her world eight years ago to the day; but its presence in her mind felt like it had just happened yesterday...

So what do you guys think of my story...?
(more to come possibly)

7 comments

Sly
January 30, 2013 at 12:26 AM

Holy Shit the site got a make over!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! lol

Livie
January 31, 2013 at 6:30 AM

Good stuff. mi like it. feel like i'm placed in the seat of the character and her surrounding. i'm curious to know wat's with this mysterious girl. Who knew Riri had this knack for writing. wonder what inspired u to write it at the time though. Got any more, does it continue?

January 31, 2013 at 6:33 AM

yup it continues. got about 8 more pages worth of story to tell.

January 31, 2013 at 12:48 PM

#fml

Sly
February 6, 2013 at 12:59 PM

so finally read it, it was good, very detailed, but how u left out where she from? where she work? It's like you tell me about her, but you no tell me nothing about her lol

February 6, 2013 at 6:33 PM

was kinda leaving that for another story but never got around to writing it. lol

March 12, 2013 at 1:41 AM

Take my advice folks vote on having him give u the rest. I've read it all and its pretty good.

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