Table of Contents
- Home
- Introduction
- Where Goths Come From - Neef
- The Watcher - Hobbes
- The Resurrection Shuffle - Barbarella
- Cassandra - Cosey Mo
- Drunken Old Bastard - Sandro
- Alcohol - Trayce
- Shadows - Entrippy
- Entropy - Kage-Ryu
- Is There A Point - Trajik
- Whispers - Kitsune
- Confessional - Sandro
- Garden - Entrippy
- Radio - Cam
- Cold Spell - Nikolai
- Slices - Neef
- A Bottle of Something Strong - Jraff
- The Light Fades - Tim
- Rain - Tim
- Self Help - Gothic Gallae
- Cato - Trajik
- Addiction/Fragment - Trayce
- Heal Thyself - Nikolai
- Shattered - Hobbes
- Travelling Song - Solitaire
- Distance - Stranger
- Legacy - Stranger
Where goths come from
Finding the Club was easy enough, Finding them was even easier. There was a crowd surrounding them about 4 feet thick. In the middle of it, they sat. She, dressed in high goth fashion, looking serene and somehow majestic. He in his black jeans, boots, tshirt and old jacket, but for all the world looking like the cat that had not only managed to get the cream, But also stolen the keys to the dairy. Once ignored and generally ridiculed, he was now, By default, the center of attention.
Waited my turn, Was introduced. Clasped hands with him, and gently took hers as it was daintily extended towards me, perfectly manicured and black painted nails, a smile on her lips, and was then pushed away as the rest of the commoners came to pay their respects, gawk or try to get her into bed.
Curiousity then, as it was its wont, decided to go back to bed, leaving me bored, untill she decided to get up and dance. Once again, I was struck by the sheer mastery of this creation, Defintely NOT two left feet, I don't think she had two left bones in her entire body for the matter. If the way she swayed, stepped and danced across the floor was any indication. When I left having finally had enough of this bizzare zoo, she was raising a glass of something red to her ruby lips and smiling over the rim at some witticism made by someone, For all the world looking as if she belonged, holding the hand of the goth guy in a tender manner, he to, belonging by proxy.
I came home, Finished the Books and went to sleep, thought no more of it untill the next week when he came to the shop just as I was closing up. His face downcast, expression haunted and crushed.
"Hey, wanted happened, she get a flat?" Joking tone, The tone of voice two people that have shared something can use.
"She left me" Still that same deadpan, But this time, with an undercurrent of loss, despair, and a pinch of self loathing thrown into the mix
"Said I wasn't goth enough for her" he sniffled slightly "Had a few drinks and went off with this guy..Bastard"
"Shit man? I'm sorry, Here sit down have a drink"