Luke Labern

I just found a whole bunch of writing I’d completely forgotten about — we’re talking stuff from four years ago, here. Of course, coyness is not the correct emotion to display here: only honesty. So I’ll post things vaguely interesting from the year 2008 under the appropriate tag.

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The remains of the clear and volatile liquid settled to the bottom of its glass chamber. What had just been removed slid down the throat of a man of interest, causing him to involuntarily shake his head and close his eyes. There was still half a bottle left; so he rose the bottle into the air, pointing the base to the ceiling. A torrent of poison made its way inside. Again and again he repeated this until there was nought but a trickle – mere droplets of rum – that fell onto his cold lips. Read the rest of this entry »

Hello, beautiful. I don’t know if you remember what I look like. In all honesty, I don’t have a great capacity for remembering what changes in appearance I went through during that time, either. Some things have not changed though: people say I have brooding, chestnut-colour eyes, with messy hair of the same tone. I have only light stubble – I didn’t shave much during that stage of my life either, though I cannot seem to grow a beard.

During all those years I was very confused. I expect you are feeling the same, now. Why do I refer to you as beautiful? Not because of face-value features – though of course you are a pretty, youthful and vibrant girl who I adore – but your spirit. To me, you are as good as human life can get. As I write this with a tear rolling down my cheek, I smile so simply and in such an untainted manner that I realise now is the best day of my entire life.

You are, of course, probably crying now, also. Not because of these words, but because you are reminded of stinging memories of your past. Shortness of breath – that feeling that your body is giving up on you, destroying itself from the inside out… That is what has, in the most obscure of ways, given my life meaning. Please: do not stop reading. I will explain everything to you. I can only imagine the pain you had to go through. Of course, I saw you, lying unconscious and being carried into an ambulance for one of hundreds of times, with a glazed look on your face, as still as when you were two gametes in different human beings. Every time I saw this I wished you could see me. I wanted you to know how I felt your pain. I was there for you in your darkest times, when you were so close to perishing that even the paramedics gave up hope. But I knew you would survive. Read the rest of this entry »