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The matter at hand is quite as simple as a yes or no. Quite simple, indeed, yet complex enough to have me pondering. Ah, frivolous affair this is. A dilemma, nonetheless, tormenting me so. One –that is to say, myself – may well call oneself a brave heart, the verdict concerning the step here to take will not rise solved with much ease. Oh, read my word for what it stands, I am not man to fret over an issue such; only, there lies a subject appropriate to contemplation.
The clock shows 10:27, a.m. The phone rests in my hand, along with a speck of my future. Saturdays, more often than not, are spent sweeping through school work and playing the guitar; always bearing along roughly three hours at the gym in the evening. The present day perhaps will differ from the rule. Perhaps.
Should I call her, or should I not? As simple, quite, as a yes or no.
The sun sways high already. She is not busy on this fresh day – I know for she said so herself not earlier than yesterday. Yes, I possess her phone number, and so because she gave it to me. Not that it is of any significance, really. Moreover, the concerned lady has not been unkind, at all, to my person, just as I have never dared, and would never dare, offend her.
Every fact seems to instigate my pushing the dials.
But! The mirror says a man of my aspect, so gentle may it be, has no right to stain the side of a woman whose features are so delicate. My very own consideration tells me a man of meagre wit, as myself, shall not loom in the vicinity of a woman her prominence. It would be to bother a queen.
There is no necessity for my arrogance to cause a sequence of embarrassing situations, it will be agreed. I need not the humiliation, she requires in no way to have her time misused.
Let’s face it. The phone should rest upon its seal, and me to forget I went so far as to even consider demanding the embrace of an angel.
Oh, I am not scared. This merely about avoiding her and me – I daren’t say “us” – the trouble.
Ahh! But so much more is at stake! It is undeniable: I cherish my solitude. I have, for as long as I am given to remember, restlessly pushed back any company. More so in the last few years even. I am one, and not to be part of a bigger sum. How is it then that I am all at once so distressed to remain alone? Hear me, this very day is a symbol; my decision, this predicament, bears much meaning. Shall I eternally wander on my own? This is too grand a position!
Alone, alone, alone! whispers the mind. Oh tortured heart that is mine, our destiny trembles on the line!
10:34, a.m.
Cruel fate I am cursed with, I shan’t bend my knees, and I will strike a rose in my hand;
Love, love, thou shall learn my command!
The clock shows 10:27, a.m. The phone rests in my hand, along with a speck of my future. Saturdays, more often than not, are spent sweeping through school work and playing the guitar; always bearing along roughly three hours at the gym in the evening. The present day perhaps will differ from the rule. Perhaps.
Should I call her, or should I not? As simple, quite, as a yes or no.
The sun sways high already. She is not busy on this fresh day – I know for she said so herself not earlier than yesterday. Yes, I possess her phone number, and so because she gave it to me. Not that it is of any significance, really. Moreover, the concerned lady has not been unkind, at all, to my person, just as I have never dared, and would never dare, offend her.
Every fact seems to instigate my pushing the dials.
But! The mirror says a man of my aspect, so gentle may it be, has no right to stain the side of a woman whose features are so delicate. My very own consideration tells me a man of meagre wit, as myself, shall not loom in the vicinity of a woman her prominence. It would be to bother a queen.
There is no necessity for my arrogance to cause a sequence of embarrassing situations, it will be agreed. I need not the humiliation, she requires in no way to have her time misused.
Let’s face it. The phone should rest upon its seal, and me to forget I went so far as to even consider demanding the embrace of an angel.
Oh, I am not scared. This merely about avoiding her and me – I daren’t say “us” – the trouble.
Ahh! But so much more is at stake! It is undeniable: I cherish my solitude. I have, for as long as I am given to remember, restlessly pushed back any company. More so in the last few years even. I am one, and not to be part of a bigger sum. How is it then that I am all at once so distressed to remain alone? Hear me, this very day is a symbol; my decision, this predicament, bears much meaning. Shall I eternally wander on my own? This is too grand a position!
Alone, alone, alone! whispers the mind. Oh tortured heart that is mine, our destiny trembles on the line!
10:34, a.m.
Cruel fate I am cursed with, I shan’t bend my knees, and I will strike a rose in my hand;
Love, love, thou shall learn my command!
Done for school (we were asked for a monologue concerning teenage angst). Somewhat rushed. Title sucks.
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I like this one. I think it's good. I don't know if it's necessarily teenage angst, but it does sound very... teenager. A smart teenager with a great vocabulary, but still a teenager. I think most of the other stuff you write could be angst as long as it had a hint of anger in it. Either way, I'm just blabbing. Good job, darling.