The Second Longest Time
Here is pt 1 of some new fiction, its taken out of a larger context so if the first part is confusing that is okay! Mostly all you need to know is Handstand and Juneorjuly are very old and big and in love, and here they are called Lauren and Grant.
Also I recorded it because I am going to do that whenever I post fiction because some people have asked me to because hey reading is kinda hard and I get that. But i did record it like for a person which is why its sort of maybe too personal seeming or something in the beginning. If anyone here is maybe a voice acting agent and is looking to cast some sort of dinosaur creature who just woke up or a 9th grader of either gender recovering from mono or RSV, this is what I sound like all the time and I am eager to work.
have a beautiful day!
THE SECOND LONGEST TIME (pt I)
In the very beginning, like the Very Very Beginning of Beginnings, before there was even anywhere for it to rain for a million years, there were five, maybe ten people. Maybe 20 lets say. And those 20 people weren’t people yet, but way way down the line after they got blasted and blasted and blasted a million times into billions of bits, that’s what they became. That first chunk of time, the 20 Time, that was the longest Handstand and Juneorjuly were together, and they weren’t even really together then because they were one thing, one of the 20.
The Second Longest Time Handstand and Juneorjuly spent together was so long after the 20 Time that there isn’t really a number to the amount of years, but it’s a big number. That second longest time, Juneorjuly was named Laurentide or Lauren, and she was a Big Girl. She covered most of Canada and North America with her smooth sleeky chunky body. She was all flank and thighs, white and blue, a sheet of ice. She was slow and fierce and determined. She was blind but it made almost no difference, because she was all great touch and sweet motion; there was infinite grammar in the way she moved. When she cried and wept, which she did do, the world changed and oceans rose and when she moved and ran which she did also do, the earth was gouged and streaked and futures were set. Lauren would get in a mood, or get excited about something, and scrape a valley into the earth. She’d barely remember it when the mood passed but entire bloodlines would be born and grow up and die and disappear in the shade of that valley. It was during one of these sprints, a good mood one, that she met Handstand who was at that time named Grant.
Grant was old too and stubborn too, although not as old or stubborn as Lauren, a difference that served them well until it didn’t. His skin was flecked and deep dark, almost black and his body was jagged and big, almost the size of a car, nothing compared to Lauren.She was so much bigger than him it blew his mind she even saw him, even noticed him there beneath her but she did.
Grant was a Jersey boy, he’d never left New Jersey and neither had anyone he’d ever met. He was so much a Jersey boy that there was no difference between New Jersey’s body and his body. Grant was a family man, he always and only ever felt like a small part of the much larger thing that was his family, and his home and the place he came from and had always been, and if you asked him at any time before Lauren picked him up, if he stood out at all he would have said ‘no ma’am.’ Grant had no idea he stuck out even a little, was even the tiniest bit loosed, never imagined a time or a world or a place where he wouldn’t be there in New Jersey. Guys like Grant didn’t leave where they come from, stubborn like I said but beyond that it just wasn’t done. Ever since Grant’s family got to New Jersey (and before that they were just dust or so deep in the dirt they were liquids or gasses) what they did was stay together and sit by the water and feel the sun on their faces. Also Grant weighed like 3,000 lbs, so getting up and going anywhere else wasn’t in the cards. That was, until he met Lauren.
Grant and his whole family felt Lauren coming long before they could see her, hundreds of years before her cool wet touch slid over them they felt the waters rising, the air temperature dropping, the air tasting less salty.
And then she was around them, among them, she blocked out the sun, she pressed down on them with her brightness and motion and no one really seemed to mind much or to care good or bad, but Grant was moved. He’d never met anyone like Lauren. She reminded him of, well she didn’t remind him of anything because he’d never had anything to be reminded of, but that was just it, she reminded him that there was something else. Later, long long after she was gone, he would say maybe she reminded him of a baby before it was conceived, or if you could put the whole universe blindfolded on the helm of a ship.
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