Tries too hard

He was hated by all the people he hung out with.
"He tries too hard to fit in," they say. When he saw some one do something that made everyone laugh, he would copy it and keep doing it until it annoyed everyone. He would lie to try to impress them, to make them think he was cool. They all knew it was a lie, but he did not care. When they would go out for drinks he would pretend to get drunk so everyone would think he was funny. They saw through his lies. They hated him and wanted him to just go away.

Classic Writer

The music loud in his ears, he forced himself awake, refusing to sleep. The click, click, click, from his keyboard, the typing of a mad man. The burnt smell of cigarettes fill his room. The alcohol bottles that were once full now rest to intoxicate his blood. His eyes are heavy but he still types. Unknown to him that all he types is gibberish, words that only he can read, his masterpiece. He does not bother to move. He soils himself in his chair but does not know it. As the waste creeps down his leg he ends his tale. To us he is insane, writing nothing, but to him he is a genius, the next classic writer of his time.

Loss

"I just don't feel the same way, I'm sorry," she said to him.
He had just confessed his love for her. He had loved her for so long now and he had just gathered the courage to say it. She shot him down like so many others before and so many more soon to come. He went home and cried for his loss of love. He felt embarrassed, shamed, and depressed. He tried to kill himself, but lost the will to try any more. Just like he lost his love.

Reality

The drugs are wearing, the buzz is slipping. She becomes more aware of her surroundings. The crappy motel with the cracking wallpaper and water damaged roof surrounds her. The beastly man sleeps beside her. She picked him up from god knows where. His name she had forgotten the minute he said it. Soon when he feels her awake he will roll over to try to seduce more from her. She looks at the time, 4:08, in two hours she needs to be home to wake her kids for school, and to make sure her husband hasn't known she was out all night.

Gay Best Friend

His best friend was gay, he accepted this the minute his friend told him. He was straight, but he still loved his friend. He did not care what his friend was sexually attracted to. He supported him as long as he was happy. He had a wife and a son. His son was 17. He was growing up to be a good man. One day he was going to see his friend and hang out with him a bit. He found his son there half naked, and his friend coming out of the bathroom naked.

Sue

Her youngest memories was begin in court. It wasn't becasue she was in trouble, or anything like that, it was because her parents loved to sue anyone for anything. They sued if some appliance broke, or if their neighbors planted a tree too close to their yard. They sued for anything possible. They wanted her to become a lawyer, not because it was a good career move, but so they did not have to pay a lawyer to go to court with them. Before her bar exam she walked into her living room and hung herself. Her parents sued the rope company.

Miscommunication

He sat out side a chain restaurant, cigarettes covered the ground. He waited for this girl he met online to show up. She was across town waiting for him at the same name chain restaurant, drinking wine at table near the window. It got late, she was holding back tears, and he was smoking his seventh cigerette. The restaurant closed at midnight. She went home, he went home. They both got on to the computer and with out a single message they both deleted each other from their messenger. He started to drink, and she cried herself to sleep.