{"id":1474,"date":"2023-01-14T10:32:42","date_gmt":"2023-01-14T10:32:42","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.swanseawriterscircle.co.uk\/blog\/?p=1474"},"modified":"2023-01-14T10:32:46","modified_gmt":"2023-01-14T10:32:46","slug":"the-love-cry-of-the-determined-and-crazy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.swanseawriterscircle.co.uk\/blog\/the-love-cry-of-the-determined-and-crazy\/1474\/","title":{"rendered":"<strong>The Love Cry of the Determined and Crazy<\/strong>"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"1024\" height=\"683\" src=\"https:\/\/www.swanseawriterscircle.co.uk\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/01\/the-love-cry-1024x683.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-1475\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.swanseawriterscircle.co.uk\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/01\/the-love-cry.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/www.swanseawriterscircle.co.uk\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/01\/the-love-cry.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.swanseawriterscircle.co.uk\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/01\/the-love-cry.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.swanseawriterscircle.co.uk\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/01\/the-love-cry.jpg 1536w, https:\/\/www.swanseawriterscircle.co.uk\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/01\/the-love-cry.jpg 1620w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 750px) 100vw, 750px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>You wake up, tied to a tree in the middle of the woods.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Tugging at your restraints, figuring out that some bastard has bound you with a rope. You kick, you scream, and nothing happens.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Last thing you can recall was riding the school bus back home, looking forward to wading the night out curled up on the couch, high on paracetamol, on account of one motherfucker of a migraine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>You\u2019re trying not to panic over the fact you\u2019re totally powerless, so if you starve, freeze or a wondering bear decides you\u2019d make a good snack then Christ, there\u2019s not a lot you can do.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<!--more-->\n\n\n\n<p>Okay, you ask yourself, who\u2019d do something so nasty? Prime candidate is Harry Ebert. You and Ebert got in a fight last week which ended with you kicking his ass. So, is this it? Is this the little bastard\u2019s revenge? He\u2019s hardcore enough to carve his ex-girlfriend\u2019s name into his naked arm so probably.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Actually, you\u2019re soon proven wrong when a dark cannonball leaps into your line of sight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Jesus, Debra Jenkins, your school\u2019s resident goth girl. Lips pitch black, hair pure purple and eyes like raw fire. She wanders the hallways face locked in a permanent scowl. Nobody talks to her because she\u2019s a shimmering volcano.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cOh, you\u2019re awake,\u201d she gloats \u201cFinally gotten you all alone.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Maybe she\u2019s going to carve a Z on your forehead, maybe she\u2019s going to press cigarettes against your tender skin. Anything\u2019s possible with this psycho.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cWanna know why I\u2019m doing this?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>You nod.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>And her face changes. Her eyes are no longer burning but turn big and dreamy. She gazes hopelessly at your ugly mug.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cI love you,\u201d she says \u201cI\u2019ve always loved you. You\u2019re all I ever think about. I love you so much it hurts!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>You never saw this one coming. Debra doesn\u2019t talk to anyone, you included. She\u2019s just another face in the hallway, an extra in the background of your life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cNot an hour goes past when I don\u2019t think of you\u201d, she moans \u201cMy heart aches when you\u2019re not around. I\u2019m sorry but it\u2019s true. I can\u2019t live without you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Jesus, all of a sudden you understand why Daisy ran out on Gatsby, you\u2019re in the presence of someone trapped in fantasy land.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Without warning Debra lunges at you, shoving her tongue so far down your throat, she can tickle your stomach.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>God, her breath reeks of smoke but to your shame, your own uncircumcised member springs to life. Can you blame it? You\u2019re a teenage virgin who\u2019s never been kissed before.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>You\u2019re too chickenshit to talk to any girl, and now one\u2019s got her lips smacking against yours. The plan you tell yourself is to earn her trust, let her undo your straps, then tie her up and toss her ass into the nearest river.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>But at this moment making out with a woman, even one as batshit as Debra Jenkins is, you have to admit, kind of nice.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>You wake up, tied to a tree in the middle of the woods. Tugging at your restraints, figuring out that some bastard has bound you with a rope. You kick, you scream, and nothing happens. 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