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Razed Expectations

December 24, 2009
By Vanished BRONZE, Change, Colorado
Vanished BRONZE, Change, Colorado
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Wisps of smoke danced into the wintry air from my lips, creating ornate designs that could never be replicated. I carefully tilted the corners of my lips into a smile that I meant to be wry. Of course, it's difficult to articulate emotions that I can't feel, but I find that irony is relatively simple to demonstrate. I inhaled the toxic vapors of the cigarette casually. Its sinister, black cancer couldn't cripple a seventeen-year-old boy with no lungs, let alone a heart.
I glanced in the direction of the horizon, and flinched. The sun was dying flamboyantly, casting its radiant colors across the sky. Its last waves of light caressed my cold, pale skin. I wanted to snarl rebelliously as I felt its warmth slide against me deviously.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?”
My muscles went rigid, and I had to focus madly on controlling my shaking hands. I would know that voice, that beautiful, disastrous voice, in the realms beyond that of Earth. I grated my teeth, reeling in the disturbing sensations that she unknowingly always aroused in me.
I cocked my body towards her arrogantly, and lifted my mouth into a crooked crescent moon. I felt my eyes flashing, but I worked vehemently to fixate an arctic, hard tone into the dark of my indigo irises.
“I find the sunset lifeless and meaningless, actually,” I countered flatly, and a beat too late.
She laughed merrily, and I struggled within myself as my mind and body became entranced by the beautiful movement of her laughter as the colors of the sun played about her.
“You amuse me, Darian. How can you have such a pessimistic view of the world? The sun will not be lifeless until it disappears beneath the horizon, and the night falls. It’ll rise tomorrow, though,” she said.
I dared not think of her name. I hated the way my soul-if I had a soul-thrilled when her voice lingered over my name. It reminded me of music. I had to close my mind defiantly as I thought of music. I wanted nothing that resembled passion.
“That’s an inane notion that foolish women entertain. You want poetry, and ridiculous vows of forever. You aren’t difficult to read. If you want that sunset to mean something, then you want unrequited love. It doesn’t work like that,” I growled unmercifully, angry at her for unleashing the flood of feelings upon me.
Her lovely green eyes shifted into hard emeralds.
“What do you know about me, Dare? And what’s so wrong with having dreams? And why are you talking to me like that? I was simply commenting on the sunset.” She tossed her red curls, clearly miffed.
I lifted my chin, and blew smoke in her face. It was easier on me when she was angry. I don’t know why she bothered with me. Why she was brave enough to confront me. Why she didn’t follow the laws of the superficial high school we both attended. Why she didn’t stay away from me, like everyone else.
“You’ll die from that smoking, Darian.” She glared at me. We’d had this argument a lot. I lifted my eyebrows, and turned away from her, signaling that the conversation was over.
She didn’t obey, and I sighed.
“You know, Dare, you could let yourself feel. You could understand it.” Her voice was soft, a whisper in the darkening air. She was air. My air.
I reviled the potency of the emotions I could feel pulsing through me. I ran a hand through my black hair nervously, my body skidding with strange, unfamiliar energy. I didn’t want to answer her. Why didn’t she leave?
I made a fatal mistake when I looked at her. Every nerve inside of me screamed, as though my body and internal organs were recharging hurriedly in the rare moment of my awakening.
I think I felt my heart beat hesitantly.
My voice seemed like that of a stranger. It had a rich, deep tone to it. It had color.
“Understand what?”
Something in my expression changed the way she was looking at me. It may have mirrored the arrangement of my own features. She became vulnerable in that instant.
“Kiss me.” She whispered brokenly.
Surprise jolted keenly through me. God, I wished I was numb again. Everything felt electric-too intense and too vivid. Emotions scattered across my being, a mutinous invasion of the raging war against myself. I was defenseless and an easy prey to her request. I breathed jaggedly, and there was a husky vibe to it. Want. I recognized it more clearly as it bloomed vibrantly through me.
And she was waiting. For me.
I destroyed the walls I had so warily built as I leaned towards her. She lifted a creamy hand and laid it tenderly against my cheek, the expectation making her bold. I moaned, and closed my eyes. My own hands loosened, and reached for her face greedily
Something hot-burning-ignited against my skin. I wrenched myself away, dazed by the unpleasant sensation. Had a spark traveled through our bodies? That’s when I noticed the cigarette kindling like a faint ember beside my marred hand. It had burnt me. The throbbing pain brought a wave of consciousness through me. Reality. And I stared at her face, inches from mine, and something clicked inside of me. Gears that began humming smoothly, like a tuned clock. I pulled back, and tossed her hand away like it stung. I grimaced as the vitals within me slowly resumed their state of nothingness, and shook my head to clear it of its nonsensical ideas.
She watched the change take possession of me, and tears began to collect in her eyes.
I found that I could care less.
I grinned at her, and mocked, “I taste of cigarettes, Clara.”
She got up shockingly to her feet, and backed away as if understanding for the first time what I was. Tears stained her nondescript face.
I smiled, that careful replication of a smile, and said acidly, “Did I humor your silly fantasies well?”
Her face crumpled entirely, and she pivoted away and ran sobbing from my scathing ridicule.
The sun died, and all was dark.


The author's comments:
Reality sings truthfully against the generic lyrics of fantasy. What does your soul and heart sing of?

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on Feb. 9 2011 at 4:45 pm
Sometimes I think I agree, because I've read this article too often to express, and each time it strikes me differently. Sometimes the literary usage is overwhelming, and sometimes it's romantic and refreshing. Sometimes I wonder if it should even be a Romance article. I wonder what the author was thinking and going through when he wrote it. I don't know. It baffles me. I like it. What about you?

Amy G. said...
on Feb. 9 2011 at 4:32 pm
I have read quite alot of pieces of writing on Teen Ink, but "Razed Expectations" is clearly one of the most talented. I wish I could read more from this author, but he seems to be dormant. Talented and mindful of romantic, ironic literature, this story deserves to be published. I wonder why it hasn't been already. Maybe the editors think it's too dark and untraditional, but they're not considering the wide variety of audiences out there. I loved this. I'm going to read it over and over until I'm sick of it! I'll have to read it ten thousand times...

on Feb. 8 2011 at 3:01 pm
writerscramp PLATINUM, Green Bay, Wisconsin
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Favorite Quote:
Anyone who says winning isn't everything,
Has won nothing.
``Mia Hamm

I was chillin on Teenink aka not paying attention in class and I came back to this 'article' and I couldn't help but smile at our little 'circular' debate. This really is a great piece, a work of an extremly intelligent mind.

 


LastChapter said...
on Jan. 13 2011 at 11:20 am
LastChapter, Hempstead, New York
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Favorite Quote:
(couldn't think of anything better at the time) "Take the first step in faith. You don't have to see the whole staircase, just take the first step."-Dr.Martin Luther King Jr.

this was amazing, but so sad. why can't dare just let himself be happy? beautifully written.

on Jan. 12 2011 at 1:31 pm
Finding-me PLATINUM, Dover-Foxcroft, Maine
45 articles 0 photos 25 comments

Favorite Quote:
It's kind of fun to do the impossible

cool, i had to read it twice,because it was really powerfull. u could totally wright a book just out of that. i love how it wasnt the traditional love scene.

on Jan. 7 2011 at 4:48 pm
StarredCritic BRONZE, Reno, Nevada
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Favorite Quote:
"All who are not wandering are lost." -A quote without a byline that I read in the editorial section of "The Santa Barbara Independent."

Ladies and Gentlemen, would you look at that! The talented young lady of "Opulence" actually liked "Razed Expectations"! A feat, a feat!

on Jan. 7 2011 at 12:34 pm
StarredCritic BRONZE, Reno, Nevada
4 articles 0 photos 17 comments

Favorite Quote:
"All who are not wandering are lost." -A quote without a byline that I read in the editorial section of "The Santa Barbara Independent."

No, it isn't a word, but the concept is correct. :)

 


on Jan. 7 2011 at 12:33 pm
StarredCritic BRONZE, Reno, Nevada
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Favorite Quote:
"All who are not wandering are lost." -A quote without a byline that I read in the editorial section of "The Santa Barbara Independent."

I agree; however, the adjective usage was pleasant to my particular admiration of imagery.

on Jan. 7 2011 at 12:31 pm
StarredCritic BRONZE, Reno, Nevada
4 articles 0 photos 17 comments

Favorite Quote:
"All who are not wandering are lost." -A quote without a byline that I read in the editorial section of "The Santa Barbara Independent."

Well said!

on Jan. 5 2011 at 11:00 am
StarredCritic BRONZE, Reno, Nevada
4 articles 0 photos 17 comments

Favorite Quote:
"All who are not wandering are lost." -A quote without a byline that I read in the editorial section of "The Santa Barbara Independent."

Beautiful. 

Katsa08 SILVER said...
on Dec. 21 2010 at 6:38 pm
Katsa08 SILVER, Sidney, Iowa
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Favorite Quote:
"Don't take yourself so seriously, no one else does."
"What others think of me is none of my business."

Very interesting... you add a great sense of reality to your writings, which is more than some other writers can say. A little too heavy on the adjectives, like you're trying to hard, but overal: WOW! It was a great ending, I love how it didn't end like you expected it to.

Evaine SILVER said...
on Dec. 21 2010 at 7:19 am
Evaine SILVER, Schulkill Haven, Pennsylvania
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Favorite Quote:
live a freak, die a legend

woah.  even your authors note was deep.  woah.  great job!

on Nov. 29 2010 at 7:12 pm
hannerbanners BRONZE, Monroe, Washington
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Favorite Quote:
i rather be hated for who i am than be loved for who im not

wow that was really intense..xD

on Nov. 29 2010 at 5:34 pm
MissionaryKid BRONZE, Mitchell, Other
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Favorite Quote:
"Peace is a sacrifice of Trust"

Write more!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

on Nov. 29 2010 at 9:00 am
Music_luvr BRONZE, Murphysboro, Illinois
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Favorite Quote:
"The purpose of life is a life of purpose"--unknown

Wow that was intense!!! :D But definitely in a good way!! I loved how you broke the tradition of ending with a sappy love scene!! When you post more stories let me know and I'll check it out!

on Nov. 29 2010 at 7:26 am
taboomonster123 BRONZE, Herndon, Virginia
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Favorite Quote:
Never do anything you don't want to have to explain to the paramedics.

I can sortof see how this relationship is like Twilight (or, at least, I can see how some people would be inclined to see it that way), but the real difference is that while Twilight is war-like (bordom punctuated by moments of sheer terror) this piece is dark, heart-breaking, and slightly ironic. Or is it anti-cliche-ic? (Is that even a word?)

effie said...
on Nov. 10 2010 at 9:24 pm
i was expecting a lovers embrace at the end. But it was something i couldn't even understand until i read a second time. I simply love it. Keep it up.

on Oct. 16 2010 at 8:33 am
sabina22 BRONZE, Glen Mills, Pennsylvania
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really interesting to read! i enjoyed it a lot! it was very dark, but as someone below me accurately mentioned, it adds a touch of reality to it that's hard to replicate. well done! :)

on Sep. 24 2010 at 8:36 am
theclair22 BRONZE, Seoul, Other
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anj16 I agree with you. it's a beautiful acticle but it's also a little bit overloaded.

on Sep. 6 2010 at 11:30 am
pencilsFORhands SILVER, Boston, Massachusetts
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this is amazing! could you check out some of my stuff? that would mean soo much


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