Ryan Crossroads Writing

He got higher than he had planned before starting his routine at the gym. It caused him to get tired a little quicker, so he broke up his running with abdominal crunches on 4 different machines, rather than doing all of his running, then the crunches. He took his time and did a total of 30 minutes on the elliptical and 350 abdominal crunches with weights varying from 60-160lbs.

He got into his car and took a long drive home smoking more of the herb he still possessed. He walked into his home, stripped down and went to the bathroom. Waiting for the water to warm up, he had a miniature dilemma and had to decide whether to quickly get into the shower, or give into temptation and weigh himself on the bathroom scale before he is allowed a weigh-in a week from today. He listened to the angel on his shoulder in this specific circumstance.

His mother made him a chicken-salad melt, which he garnished with black olives, lettuce, tomato and his own blend of oil & vinegar. They ate their late lunch together at the kitchen table and talked about how they both craved chocolate. Once they cleaned up from their meal, Ryan being high as tits, convinced his mother to bake chocolate chip cookies. They baked and they laughed and they called his father to bring home vanilla ice cream on his way from work.

I’m fucking awesome, he thought as he ate one of the freshly baked cookies.

Just another chapter in the Ryan Crossroads Chronicles.

His outfit is so hot right now. It makes him look like a college dance major. Hanging on his body are like big comfy black cargo pants on with blue and grey nike running sneakers, a tank top made from cutting up a shirt, and a light hoodie on over that not fully zipped up.

I’m like an extra in one of those fucking Step Up movies, he thought to himself and giggled as he walked to his class fully amused with himself.

Just another chapter in the Ryan Crossroads Chronicles.

He took his 11th, and final hit off of his EZ Pipe, inhaling the some left over’s he had from his holiday on Friday. Exhaling while stepping out of the car, into the fresh spring rain he embraced every refreshing drop falling onto his sweaty, tired arms. He walked into the house, to his room where he started undressing, he said hello to his mother who was watching some TNT type drama in the living room into her pajamas and the turban that covered her bald head.

He closed the door to the bathroom behind him where he stripped off the boxer-briefs that shrouded the only parts of his body that were not yet naked. Turning the knob of his shower to let it warm up, he stepped himself onto the bathroom scale. He’s gained 3 pounds after this past week of getting off track from his weight loss journey. “Fuck.” he mumbled, clearly getting frustrated with his set back.

He steps into the shower, and lets the water fall onto him like hot summer rain, the type of rain he loves to get wet in his clothes in outside with friends after a really hot day. And the thunder and lightning play in his head. Rubbing the Paul Mitchell Sheer Blonde into his scalp, he couldn’t help but smile like those people in shampoo commercials that couldn’t be fucking happier than they are when they wash his hair. He Anderson Cooper-giggled because he felt completely ridiculous.

Once he calmed down from the shampoo, he started his ritual shower performance of him singing 90s hit “I’ll Be” by Edwin McCain. His bathroom seemed to dim and his bathroom morphed into that once scene, from that one movie. And in that moment, he was Lizzie McGuire. He giggled again at his ridiculousness and moved on to the more tedious moments of washing his face and washing his body making sure to save his favorite part of his shower for last.

He slowly dispensed his Crest 3D white toothpaste onto his hot pink toothbrush. Doing a perfect display of how to brush his teeth, he moved his arm in circles and from side to side and back to front. But inside his mouth it was like he was licking pure delicious candy off of a wicked-witch’s-hot-brother’s dick. After breaking his trance from running out of toothpaste, he gargled with some water and rinsed his mouth, stepped out of the shower and wrapped his towel around him.

He stopped and stared at himself in the mirror as he flossed and was finally able to look at himself, distorted by the fog on the mirror, and able to imagine what all of his hard work from working out will make him look like. He was able for the first time to see himself, not as he was in that moment, but what he will look like once he’s accomplished his goal. And for once, on his own, he was able to see himself as beautiful. He then rinsed his mouth and walked out of the bathroom into his bedroom where he finished drying off and put on a new pair of boxer-briefs, and a self-made tank top that he cut up from an old t-shirt.

He walked to the kitchen to join his parents in grace for the meal his dad had just prepared. This was a rare occasion that they did not all eat together at the table, because mom was too engrossed in her TNT drama type show. So he went to his room where he sat and ate the dinner. Slowly savoring the potato salad his sister had made yesterday and the fresh grilled BBQ chicken, he thought, how fucking healthy of me.

He finished his meal and folded up his plate in a triangle pattern until he couldn’t fold it anymore; one of his own personal OCD traits that his mother has undoubtedly passed onto him. He turns his laptop on and continues writing a piece that he’s come up with in his state of mind at the moment.

Once he’s finished he will move onto be an A+ blogger who is a Britney stan and wants nothing more to find true love, finish school, become a teacher, and start a family. He’ll spend his night on Tumblr before having a wank and falling asleep in order for going back to work on Monday morning.

Just another chapter in the Ryan Crossroads Chronicles.

It’s amazing how closing one door really does let another one open. And those moments when a door opens when you weren’t even looking for it, well those moments are fate. So don’t let them pass you by. Those doors were meant for you to enter.

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Any feedback whatsoever both positive and/or negative would be greatly appreciated.

I’m taking it in a direction of the main character Solis dealing with the struggles of high school, coming out, and falling in love all while having to take care of his younger sister, Luna, and his depressed, alcoholic, now abusive mother.

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when you realize that someone is trying to change you, that’s when you should end whatever type of relationship you have with them.

Because we all like to hope that the changing is a good thing and it will lead to more happiness, but in reality we will just end up losing who we are as a person. And the person who has tried to change us is going to leave because we didn’t end up being what they wanted.

And then we’re left with nothing, just a sad reminder of who we used to be and a new hope that we can become ourselves again.

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Adam woke with the intense, golden rays of the sun beaming down on his porcelain face. The warmth exuding from the ball of fire in the sky made him feel loved, like God himself was embracing his boyish figure.

Adam sat up and walked over to the well for a drink of water. Once his thirst was…

 And in the morning a single flame fell from the sky, getting larger with every moment that it gained more oxygen, like a snowball racing down a mountain, becoming an avalanche roaring with power, causing all to fear and run or be squashed and swallowed whole like a mouse captured by the unhinged jaw of a slithering serpent. The great ball of blue and orange cascaded down over the forest like rain, setting every tree, every flower, every plant ablaze.

           Animals that weren’t hit directly by these flames either asphyxiated on the thick black smoke that was engulfing the land like storm clouds scarcely lit with purple bolts of lightning sent by an evil witch, or they were crushed by falling towers of fire or by their fellow beasts.

The humans had no hope of ever putting out this fire, for this fire was meant for Earth. God had chosen this fate for filth that was civilization and the punishment was flames from hell itself.

The earth burned for 5 years until the entirety of it was like the ash filling an urn; just a remembrance of all the loved lives lost.

DUH!

Everyone is fucking in love with the idea of love.

Even if they only think about it subconsciously 

It’s a completely basic human instinct to want to find someone to love us unconditionally in a romantic setting.

We all want to find our other half.

We all want to love and be loved in return.

So embrace being in love with love.

All it means is that you still have hope of your happily ever after.