Christian Fiction Gay

In the dark with lamps off and on, i lay on the dirty floor and not care about it. I found new interest of cleaning the septic tank, and see the bath tube as a boulder I can see time by time. Mold and mould it feels dirt and stink, but I buy all of it. The dirtier the crowds, the merrier will be. Measure of a pat. "Guido, I saw the floor with the tube on it?" " Let just take a bath there, Tony."We spend our time in the basement, all of them are floor. Liminal space I should say. "We wasting river, Ton."I know what Guido means, but we dont have met for two years since we passed the test unconciously. The river outside I get. "NOTHINGIS OVER. NOTHING IT DOES" Guido scream and I dont know to reply "When I saw that body. "You remember when we stuck on that ground, Tony. We almost died" I remember that night. We both have two guns, one bullet, Each of them loaded, with water up until our hips. We have no option. Killed or be killed, or both by starving for food. Some little worms from inside the pool can bite our blood bit by bit. And no one faces it cannot be returned from the afterlive. We stand there, imagine about the overseas with waves and sharks. With song flows through the air. We have very compassionate to make works harder than it should be. Old school method time by time we apllied since little while others use mechanical heart rate. I have intestine problem raise since my childhood. Everytime I get mad. It will supposed to be it. And I lost my intellegence for it for do something in certain way. "Guido knows ny characters very well since we were 14. And I inhale some weed to cope. Now I have a hard time to maintain the dose. We live in the forest, no need to know about table spoon to take each step to the mouth. Our tongue eat every food whether its well cooked or red. Some colonies troops can shoot us anytime they want. Leaving the spine shaken but try to stand straight as there is a sword impales our stomatch and the duller it gets, the hurterit would be. "How's the paper, cap?" Guido knows me very well.At the same time he knows how I defeat all detective from LA Noire on Southampton, California if im not mistaken. "I know you man, carry on, would you?" I feel chills on my stomatch. Guido put some leaves on it. We take care of our bodies. None of us should leaved die without ceremony. My paper is full of writtings and yellow pages. Dirt rotten papers. It actually supposed to be cleaned.But I can't suspect my own brain for it, nor the opposite. Guido shakes his head.In his mind, he knows how unpredictable I am.I can be calculated and over-analyzed;While it leads to temlorary pain. And know I consider myself as stupid. Bruce Lee said to not say bad words even as a joke; But here I am, a man with low peak quality, ready to strike with woods and fort housenear the bushes. "Guido". "Yes cap?" "Lets carry some pigs here." "Ahh Tony.You cant let our stomatch crawling over that dam into damna-". " Stop it," I replied. "Never speak any religious involvement here, ok. I have a great nerve." We already have a hard time since we have no supplies. Never ask how we stranded here. Among the bird and snakes, evrything be better. But while we have some crafstman movement. We have a game.Real game. "So what is it?" Guido alway throw a request for me "Fight until death" "Come on mate i don't have time for this nonsense." "You don't know after life would be." I used to agree to every words he said. But this time.. Something must changed. And i dont want the process woukd be so easy. "Dont you think it will erase our thirst for water? Do you think Im blinded by this? Now I don't remember which one is speak seriously. And which one is actually pretend. Now as part of routine, Guido has some desire like most man do. But harshly to be unstable with dangerous age. " Let's get some girk." Hmm, I don't know if I remember one of this phrase. We used to have one man to be around with. But we hide together, with some wild animals we can eat, mate, and cuddle with. We don't have a choice. People live, people regret, people choose. But we sure we have nothing else to do. We already have too much regret, it doesn't make any difference if we add one. "We are doomed." I said it with a sore throat. Not because we lack fresh water here, but that's what I suppose to be, nothing else. Guido knows very well indeed. "Here some food you slothy feeb." "Ahh, great, a bacon tree." "Man this is why you keep repeating the same pattern. Don't you know any difference?" I look down to the ground. "Ahh, come on man. Have a bite." I don't feel deserved to have a friend like him. He almost has nothing to proud of, but I feel some cosmic from him. Coincidence, perhaps. While I have some bite, I feel every each of the meat. It's third month and I still have a hard time with a wood fire. "Listen man," "I hear you-" "SHUT UP, YOU MOANING LOATH." I'm suprised of gladness, have some tears comes down from my eyes. No guilty regret, "I already told you are gifted, whether it would be reduce little by little, or all of them...," "Doesn't make any difference." "Doesn't make any difference?" "Yeah." We both eat faster since we boosted all of our energy for yelling and accept it. "Feels great, doesn't it?" "Thanks man." I don't know if I still have some dramatic events to embrace about. Or eve this tiny story won't continue until few years later, or even not at all. Time gap and writer's block, it can happen anytime. Nothing change the past, future must be horror, and present must be real. We all sleep well, but we know we will have nightmare tomorrow on. And this time is gone. Still remember the pool with some frogs on it, the frogs without legs, swimming like fishes, common fishes. "Tony, I bought you a bar." That time I don't know what he really means. But I accept the truth; The truth sets me free. Or in cynical way. We both run to dismiss the class we don't want to attend. We always have two motorbikes, classic ones. And left it on our tree houses, with a bird on it. "We never have a class, man." "Really? Which one?" Guido still has some patience in his heart. I can conclude they think the same way as me. DON'T READ

Posted May 20, 2025
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