Real Life In Fiction

She opened the door to the roof of the twenty-storey tower and scrambled over the barrier. Her vision was hazy with tears and the nearly-empty bottle of vodka in her hand shattered as it fell clumsily to the floor.

Her phone was buzzing with concern, but to avail; she had sunk so deeply into the darkest recesses of herself that she was able to make excuses for every ‘concerned’ person who was trying to contact her. They didn’t care. They really didn’t.

She climbed to the very edge of the building and the phone in her shaking hand fell, lost to the huge drop she was about to hurl herself into.

She steadied herself; took two deep breaths, and jumped.

But this wasn’t falling.

ALEX DAY-STUPID STUPID

Back in September, I wrote an article in which, amongst other questions, I asked Alex Day how he planned to achieve his goal of making it to #1 in the charts by 31st December 2012. He told me; ‘By working bloody hard and doing everything I possibly can! I’ll give it my all and then at least I won’t regret it if it doesn’t work out.’

Well, December has finally rolled around, and the song Day has chosen to compete for the top spot is ‘Stupid Stupid’.....

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Real Life In Fiction

Wrapped in her thick duffle coat, her icy breath forming in front of her, she made her way towards the figure in the distance. It was a dark night and the streets were devoid of life; she didn't know what time it was or how she had got here, but her mind wasn't on such trivial things. She was ten paces away and the figure, hearing her approach, turned around to face her.

This was a dream.

Sucking on his trademark Marlboro Red, his green eyes met hers. She stared and stared, her eyes feasting on him; how long had it been since she was able to look upon him like this? She stepped closer, until their heads were nearly touching, and smiling, gently took the cigarette from his mouth.

"How many times do I have to tell you? They're bad for you," she said.

He grinned, and placed his hand gently on her cheek.

"I've missed you telling me off".

A tear escaped from her eye but she continued to smile.

"I've missed you, too".

He was dressed in his usual white vest and battered Giorgio Armani jeans; his handsome face sporting two day-old stubble, and despite the cold, his tanned skin was warm, as if a beating sun was shining down only on him. On her beautiful Italian boy.

This was a dream.

She closed her eyes and let him hold her. Wrapped in his arms, everything was how it should be, everything was perfection. And though she finally felt him fall away, replaced by reality, she couldn't open her eyes, she couldn’t let him go. Not yet.

JUSTIN BIEBER-BEAUTY AND A BEAT

Okay, I have a confession to make.

I like Justin Bieber.

I wouldn’t go as far as to say I was a ‘Belieber’. But I do like him.

There, I said it. And now we can move on and look at ‘Beauty and a Beat’-his latest music video.....

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Real Life In Fiction

She sat next to the window with her small caramel lattè and opened her novel to part three of ‘Anna Karenina’. To many, the act of being able to relax in a coffee house was nothing to relish. But to her, small things like this meant everything.

Four years ago she would have walked past the warmth of a coffee house with red rings around her eyes, too spaced-out and broke to even think of entering. And besides, what was coffee in comparison to cocaine? Nothing.

But four years on, she was clean, had been for ages, and the small coffee in front of her was just enough, tasted better and didn’t leave her wanting to die from the comedown every morning. Coffee didn’t make her stay up late, force her eyes into sunken hollows, and prevent her from enjoying the smaller things in life; things that others often take for granted.

No, this was the life she had craved for so long. She breathed in roasted coffee beans and fresh, clean air, and smiled.

Real Life In Fiction

She walked quickly and with purpose; her heels pounding on the concrete floor and ‘Supermassive Black Hole’ filling her ears. To passers-by she looked disgustingly arrogant; her eyes focused dead ahead, ignoring the faces of those who looked quizzically into hers. She walked like she owned the world, even though she often felt like she was drowning in it.

Pushing past people without apology she didn’t make many friends on the way to her appointment. It began to drizzle and she pulled her hood up over her head. Now she looked threatening. Her friends had always said all her walk needed was a knife in her hand and she’d look like she wanted to murder whoever was in her line of sight. She smiled at the thought, and at the look two older women gave her as they passed. The disdain she managed to draw from strangers amused her.  

But she was finally there and the person who waited, the person who knew her inside out, smiled, knowing the woman behind the walk.

MUSE-THE 2nd LAW

I have always been an avid Muse fan. From ‘Showbiz’ to ‘The Origin of Symmetry’, from ‘Absolution’ to ‘Black Holes & Revelations’ to ‘The Resistance’. Like most Muse fans when ‘The 2nd Law’ was announced, I watched the album trailer and was excited to hear Muse’s latest offering.

However, after trawling forums and fan sites to see what others thought, I found that ‘Muse Go Dubstep’ was met with horror as well as excitement.
 

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