Little Pot of Horror

the.fatman.cometh · 11-03-2007, 02:40 PM

**This is not an open story, please comment, but don't add to the story**

Writer's Joint. My hat is off to GP for this section, nothing like a dedicated place to post your endeavors.

I've been real busy lately doing a lot of different projects, surviving the daily toils of life, you know how it is. Well, one of my passions is writing, among other things. So I thought, "Why not do something different?", so here it is, I'm going to work out a story that has been going around in my head here, online. It will be raw, with edits eventually, to proof read it.
I'm gonna call it "Little Pot of Horror', mainly 'cause I can't think of nothing else at the moment. Funny, huh? Well, here we go....

PART 1

Michael looked at the ceiling. This was bullshit. Why did he have to live with mom? She didn't hang out like dad. She's always stressing out, bitching about this or that. That's what did it. She can say dad cheated all she wants. She drove him off. Now, they gotta move upstate closer to Canada. New school, no friends, no job after school anymore. How was he gonna get around?

"Michael!" Dammit, what now? He rubbed his eyes and looked over at the clock. 11:48am. It's Saturday, what could be the problem?
"What?"
"Are you going to stay in bed all day? Get your lazy ass up out of bed and get down here! You have to finish unloading the truck, I have to have it back by 2:00, today, or they won't give me my whole deposit back!"
"Okay, I'm comin down now!" Michael jumped out of bed and got dressed.
He brushed his teeth, put his hat on and put his pipe in his pocket. He still had a little bit of herb from his homeboy in Seattle, Scott.
He always had the best herb. He was gonna miss him, he was a good friend.
He ran down the stairs into the kitchen.
"I'm gonna take the trash out, ma."
"You don't want any breakfast?"
"No, I'll just, hey here's a pop-tart. Perfect. I'm gonna get the truck unpacked too while I'm outside"
"Yeah well, don't be smoking any pot outside ! You just got off probation, this is a new neighborhood..."
"Yeah, yeah I got it."
"Damn!" He cursed at her under his breath as he walked off.

Michael flicked the lighter again. "Come on." Once more. The flame lit up the bowl just right. He inhaled deeply, smiling to himself. "Oh yeah, that's it."
"Hey!"
"Oh shit!" Michael jumped and dropped the pipe. He looked around, stepping on the smoldering cherry that fell out of the pipe with one foot and the pipe with the other. He didn't see anybody.
"Up here, man."
Michael looked up. There was this gangly looking kid sitting up in a pine tree in the neighbor's yard.
"That some good shit man?"
"What are you talkin about, dude?"
"That weed, man! You can smell it all the way up here! You shouldn't be doing that man, my dad is a cop."
"What?" Michael looked over at his neighbor's house, was he home? Shit. Shit. Michael picked up his pipe and put it in his pocket, and ground the cherry into the ground hard. He looked at the kid one more time and started toward his house.
"Hey, chill out! I was just ****ing with ya! My dad is in Iraq, man he probably won't be coming back."
Damn. Michael felt bad, at least he knew his dad was safe at home. Could he trust this dude? He walked towards the tree.
"What's your name?"
"It's Ian, you feel better?"
"Why, do you ask?"
"Because you were trying like hell to get that lighter working. I thought you were gonna flip out." Ian started to climb down to meet Michael.
"Yeah, i'm cool."
"So you didn't answer my question." Ian jumped out of the tree and landed next to Michael.
"What question?"
"That weed, dude! Is it any good?"
Michael looked at him. **** it.
"Yeah, it's some good shit."
"All right, lets blaze then. You need to be more careful though, you can't just be smoking out in the open. Even if it is your backyard."
"Cut me some slack, will ya? I'm dealing with a lot of shit right now."
"Hey, be cool man, I gotcha."
"So where can we blaze?"
"You kidding me? Look at these woods! Just full of privacy!"
"Well come on, I gotta get back and finish unloading the truck."
"No worries, I'll help you, I mean you are smoking me out!"
Michael looked around as they made their way into the woods. It was peaceful. Serene, actually, a lot different from the city. He smiled. I could get used to this, he thought to himself. He looked at Ian out of the corner of his eye. Could he trust him? Well he seemed allright. Besides, if he's gonna help unload the truck, he's gotta be cool.
"Perfect."
Michael looked around. There was a clearing with a stump off to the side. Just big enough for both of them to sit down.
Michael took the pipe out of his pocket and put a fresh bud in the bowel.
"Mmmm. Man I can smell it already! I haven't smoked bud like that in awhile!"
"Really? You're this close to Canada and you don't get good bud?"
"Well, I do sometimes, but it's rare, I mean nobody here has a good hook up. I'm telling you, if somebody had the hook up here, they would make bank!"
"Huh."
"Yeah, my friend Ronnie used to be the hook up, but he moved away when his parents split."
"Yeah, that's why I moved up here. So nobody here in this little suburban wonderland has the hook up?"
"Nope. Why do you?"
"I might be able to work something out."
Ian struggled to hold his hit as he passed the pipe back to Michael saying, "Hook it , cough cough, up then man!"
"Take it easy, so you can help with the truck."
"Shit I'm good." Ian started laughing, "Actually I'm real good!"

Janet, Michael's mother, looked at the skinny kid helping her son unload the truck. Good thing he found some help, she thought to herself, it would've taken him all day. At least this way she can get her deposit back. The kid looked strange though. Hmm. I hope he isn't any trouble.
She stared at the boys from the kitchen as they took things from the truck to upstairs in Michael's room.
"Hey! Make sure your shoes are clean when you come through here!", she yelled.
"Sorry ma'am." Ian looked at her, what a bitch! Suddenly he felt kind of sorry for Michael.
"Hey man, anytime you want to chill at my crib, just come over."
"She's not that bad. Okay, she is, but you just gotta give her space and stay out of her way. That's what I'm doing. I turn 18 next year, after that, I'm outta here!"
"Where you gonna go?"
"I'll probably go stay with my dad until I get some money saved up."
Ian looked at Janet as he walked to the stairs, she was giving him a look that made his skin crawl.
"Yeah, I don't blame ya man." He shivered. "She gives me the creeps, no offense."
"No offense taken, she has that effect on a lot of people."

END Part 1

willtrib · 11-03-2007, 07:59 PM

I dig it!
Can't waite to see what happens

blakeb · 11-03-2007, 09:57 PM

will your not suppose to post lol

the.fatman.cometh · 11-03-2007, 10:06 PM

no, actually you can post and comment, just dont add to the story. LOL =}

blakeb · 11-03-2007, 10:08 PM

oooooo my bad sry i was stoned lmao lol by the way its great fatman!

the.fatman.cometh · 11-03-2007, 10:14 PM

hey thanks bro, just gettin goin here! thanks for the support by the way.

connecticut · 11-03-2007, 11:46 PM

excellent as always, :halloween3:cheers

the.fatman.cometh · 11-04-2007, 12:44 AM

this isn't done yet, but maybe one day. i need a sponsor! lol

Bullseye · 11-04-2007, 09:31 AM

Good start. The hard part of writing is getting started but the hardest part is to finish. Most don't want to let go. You know what I mean?

blakeb · 11-04-2007, 05:15 PM

hows it comin fatman?

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