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 Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 9:47 am
Some of Zee's Old Works For Your Amusement
The following will be a collection of writings (complete and incomplete) that I have done, some new, some old. In comparison to See You On The Other Side, I find them all very LOL worthy and "cute". Please enjoy, I will post more when I get them off my old computer. <3
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 9:52 am
OLD: I believe I wrote this a couple months after Head left. Complete and utter fiction at it's finest with a bit of a sappy spot near the end. Judging by the title and reference in Head's dialogue, I remembered this was inspired off the song "Outside" by Staind. Enjoy.
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Outside
by Twist (My nickname at the time. Baaad times they were.)
Jonathan Davis watched his youngest son, Zepplin, as known to the public, play innocently in the peaceful community park near his home. He smiled as a small girl, maybe younger than Zepplin, invite him to play with her. They messed in the sand for a while, before trying to master the art of the monkey bars. There was something very striking to Jonathan about the light haired little girl. It was her eyes. They were so familiar...so green, yet so gray. So distant, yet so comforting. He was lost in her eyes for the longest time, he didn't even notice the man who sat down on the bench next to him.
Brian "Head" Welch had taken a short walk through a park with his daughters on a route to a local church. He didn't have to speak at the place until 10 'o clock, so killing time at a nice park sounded nice. His younger and newest daughter ran ahead to the playground, where several kids played. His older daughter found a nice spot under a tree to relax and memorize some quotes from the bible, as she was to speak at the upcoming church event. Brian watched his younger daughter take an interest to a boy with short, mangy brown hair and large, deep brown eyes. He felt transfixed on the boy. He looked so much like Jon's son, Nathan, when he had been younger. He sat down on a long bench next to a faceless person he didn't bother to recognize, thinking about Jonathan. He hadn't thought about him, or KoRn, for the longest time and memories began to flicker in his mind once more. He was so mixed...it was nice to think back, and remember the good times, but also so painful, at times he felt like crying.
Jon looked up at the playground, trying to ignore the stranger next to him. 39, he still had an issue with dealing with people, and he surely didn't want them to recognize Jonathan Davis, even though his thining dreads were tired back into a bun under a black baseball cap and his glasses tinted his eyes darkly. He saw Zepplin get up from the sand, brush himself off, and then walk forward over to him. He couldn't help but grin, remembering when Zepplin took his first steps.
"Daddy!" Zepplin squealed, waddling up to him.
At that same time, the young girl followed, calling to her father as well.
"Hey there." Jonathan said, in unison with the person next to him.
The other voice was unmistakable to each of them. Their hearts skipped on the same beat, and slowly their eyes looked up to see each other.
Brian didn't know what to think, or say, seeing Jonathan Davis sitting next to him with his son. He hadn't seen him in person since he had left the band, and since he left, there were many things that had occured that he could admit he regretted.
Jonathan could barely breathe. There he was, just a hand's length away from him, sitting there while the small girl clung to his arm. Jon KNEW he had recognized her eyes. It was because they were Brian's eyes, which were staring into his own. Jon knew by the ex-guitarist's gaze, that he was looking straight through his glasses, straight through him.
"Sweetie, can you go play with your sister? Daddy needs to talk to an old friend."
The young girl obeyed, and pranced off to where Head's older daughter sat. She obviously had recognized Jonathan before Head did, and she was as pale as a ghost. She must have been scared, worried about the outcome.
Jonathan advised Zepplin to go back to the playground, before looking back at Brian.
There was a long, terrible silence between them, until Brian spoke up.
"Hi, Jon." He said simply, exhauling and crossing his fingers together.
Jon nodded slightly, not speaking. He eyed Brian's crusifix hanging from his neck, as Brian eyed Jon's many atheist tattoos, which he noticed had increased into a full sleeve.
"How have things been?" Head asked, trying so hard to get the singer to speak.
"Peachy." Jonathan managed to say.
Head wasn't sure what to reply with. He had never had a problem speaking with anyone as bad as he did now. "You haven't changed much."
"What do you mean?" Jon questioned him, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"After all these years, still, you never wanna start a conversation."
Jon crossed his arms, an invisible smirk on his face. "Well, you're not exactly someone I feel safe talking to."
Head sighed. The singer was obviously still hurt from the words he had spoken when he had left. "Jon, I'm not out to get you, or any of you guys. You have to understand, half that s**t just came from nowhere, and a lot of it got paraphrased and edited wrong by magazines...I was never out to diss any of you."
Jon snorted. "Oh, is that so? Do you honestly think I don't watch the news? I've seen what you've said, not just read it."
"Jonathan, I..."
"Just be quiet. I don't want to fight. Not in front of our children, anyways."
Brian swallowed hard. He wondered, if it were under different circumstances, if Jonathan would start a physical brawl with him. He had a right mind to.
"I'm sorry, man. I really am." Head told Jon, who turned away to look down the sidewalk. He didn't say anything.
"Listen...I know a lot of s**t's happened since...everything...and...I know you're not happy. I listened to Ever Be and practically cried."
Jon turned to look back at Brian. "Seriously?"
"You bet, man. You know what it's like to have your friends write a song about you, and everything about it ain't even...right?"
"What do you mean? I wrote that ******** song. It IS right, Jesus."
"Jon, keep your voice down and listen to me. Before you insult me, just listen, okay?"
Jon sighed, "Right, sorry."
"I DON'T want to be God, okay? I know...I know I got sorta crazy with it. But I'm not out to do what you think I'm am. I'm just...so happy. I haven't been like this for years. It's given me somethin'...it's made me so happy. You have to understand. You're...one of the most understanding people I know, you have to have an idea, at least..."
"I...guess so."
"Jon, there's times I can't sleep at night because of everything that's happened."
"Me too."
"I just think about the old days...and as much as I s**t talked about everything, and how much I hated everything back then, I DO admit I had good times, great times with you, all of you. I would have never thrown any of that away for nothin'."
"Well you did. You DID throw it all away, Brian."
"Jon-"
"You sent me a MOTHER ******** E-MAIL!" Jonathan shouted, before biting his lip hard, seeing Brian was aware of the tears falling down his cheeks. He began to shudder, and break.
"Jonathan." Brian reached out to Jon, squeezing his shoulder comfortingly, feeling horrible watching his friend begin to sob. He didn't know what to do, or say.
Jonathan sniffled, trying to hold back his tears, but choked on his cries. He couldn't stop. "We...we gave you everything!" He cried out. "You wouldn't be s**t without us! And whaddaya do? You sit there and talk all that s**t...you tell parents everywhere to practically take away their kid's KoRn records! Can you imagine kids killin' themselves because of their parents taken away the one thing savin' them? God isn't the answer for everything for everybody! Some people could give a s**t less about Him! ********, damnit!"
"Jon, they sucked it outta me. Do you think I was out to damage you guys when I said your music was dark? They kept askin' the same questions over and over, and twisted them around. They confused me, I was on television...it just...it came out all wrong, and I'm sorry. It's not my intention to ruin you guys!"
"Then why don't you turn down interviews? Why don't you just shut up?!"
"Jon, I want to get my story out there, that's all."
"There's nothin' more to say! You did drugs, you left, found God, now you're fine! Just shut up!" Jon began to sob, and cried harder.
Brian leaned forward, and hugged him. "Jonathan," He said, "Please...please understand. So many people have heard my story and found God...I'm not so different from you, Jon. We're both saving people's lives. Sure, we might be doin' it differently, but we're still giving something to people, something so precious and irreplaceable...life, Jonathan."
"...That may be true, but I'm goin' to Hell in your eyes."
"Jon....shut up."
Jon tried to see Brian through his clouded, teared eyes. Brian was crying now, as well.
"I...I keep havin' dreams about this s**t...dreams where you never left us."
"Jon, if I was still with you guys...KoRn probably wouldn't even be around no more."
"W-what?"
"Think about it. If I wouldn't of left, Munky wouldn't of stepped up, Fieldy would of probably still been doin' drugs...you guys wouldn't of been so inspired, and so evolved. You have to admit we were getting dull. Now look at you guys...Untitled made it to #2 on the album chart! That's the highest it's been since Life Is Peachy! Jon, I respect everything you do and I'm so so happy for you guys. Even if there are songs on there about what I did...I deserved them. For all the smack I talked."
"...Brian, I missed you."
"I missed you, too. There's a reason we met up today. We were meant to, to work this out. To reconcile."
"...I can't argue with that, can I?"
"No way." Head smiled.
"I forgive you."
"I've been wanting to hear that for so long, Jonathan." Head said, hugging the singer even tighter. "I love you so much, man. You're still a brother to me...I...I never wanted any of this to ruin our friendship."
"Neither did I...but...if you're happy, then...that's that."
"Thanks, Jon."
"You're daughter's beautiful, y'know." Jon commented, sniffling.
"Thanks...so is your son...you always have such wonderful little boys."
"Heh...still tryin' for my baby girl."
"You'll get your baby girl one day, Jon. And I'll be able to be there for you when you do. I won't be on the outside looking in. Not anymore. You can lean on me."
"Just like 'ol times?"
"You bet."
Fin.
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 10:00 am
RECENT: This was written for a project in my Government class before the end of school, which required that we write a script about the President. I found it under the title "gayscript" in my folders, so I know this is not serious writing at all. In fact, this is my primary example of what "pulling s**t out of your a**" means and I'm pretty sure I wrote this within a 10 or 20 minute timeline really late at night before it was due. I have left annotations (marked by **) at certain points to increase your lols. Epiphany
Written by Danielle Phillips
For Government, Period One
[Setting: Night, Washington, D.C.] [ENTER a small dark ROOM in a HOTEL. From the WINDOW the WHITE HOUSE is visible in a yellow-tinted glow. CARS drift along the street below. Democratic nominee BARACK OBAMA sits on the BED looking out he WINDOW. He looks tired and frustrated. To his astonishment, he hears a VOICE speak out in the darkness...] Voice: You're seem troubled. Barack Obama: [lunges from the BED] (demanding): Who's there?! Voice: I am not visible in person. I am speaking to you through your mind. Barack Obama: [reaches for the PHONE] (slowly) ...Is...that...so? Voice: Please refrain from calling anyone here. No one else can here me and I can assure you that you are in no danger. Barack Obama: [stops his approach to the phone] ...then, who are you? Voice: I am President John F. Kennedy. Barack Obama: I'm losing it - there's no way...that's impossible? Who is it really? John F. Kennedy (voice only): You don't recognize my voice then? **The following line is my attempt at "humor".** Barack Obama: Is this some kind of sabotage by McCain? John F. Kennedy (voice only): Ignore that man, he does not plot against you as much as the media claims. I am the spirit of Kennedy. I do not appear as a ghost so I do not frighten you. Barack Obama: I really don't believe this. John F. Kennedy (voice only): I don't expect you to. But I do wish that you listen to what I have to say to you. Barack Obama: (after a pause) ...I've no choice, really. John F. Kennedy (voice only): When I was unexpectedly executed, I was beside my wife. I left behind a son and an entire family. The President is one of the most dangerous job titles to come into existence. Do you realize what you are getting into, Barack? Barack Obama: ...is...is this a vision? Am I going to die? John F. Kennedy (voice only): I cannot answer those questions but I will tell you that this is a simple warning of sorts. Consider your family, consider your wife and daughters. They face the same danger you do. Barack Obama: I'm...aware. John F. Kennedy (voice only): Ask yourself if you are willing to face this fact. Barack Obama: I was since the second I started this campaign. John F. Kennedy (voice only): Why did you start this campaign? **The following was most likely quoted from the television.** Barack Obama: ...I...started this campaign because I felt I was the only one who could help America. Look at where we are - the same old routines are used over and over. It's time for a change. We need to try something different to fix this because the methods now are of no longer any use. That's why. I'm going to help America. John F. Kennedy (voice only): And you will. [PAUSE] But always, keep in mind - your family. Make your safety a top priority in your journey. Barack Obama: I will. I swear I will. **Behold the following line, the best line I have ever written...** John F. Kennedy (voice only): The last thing I saw that day was my wife's face. The last thing my wife saw was my face blown off. Do not let a day go by where you don't talk to them, see them and love them. Barack Obama: You have my word. [A long SILENCE follows and BARACK OBAMA sits back on the BED. For a moment he lays there before looking at the PHONE. He reaches over and dials a number.] Michelle Obama: (through phone) Yes? Barack Obama: An old friend told me it'd be a good idea to call you. [FADE TO BLACK] God, I knew I hated script-style writing for a reason. I think I got an A on this, I really should not have though. xD
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 10:05 am
RECENTLY OLD: The following is me taking something intelligent and very well written and turning into something totally simplistic and childish.
My friend wrote the following:
I lament to say that I had been far too subdued by my unnatural state of stupor to pause and admire my bizarre surroundings. I stumbled over the withered thicket at my feet intermittently, but I managed to hold myself up. My senses were tragically dulled. I could no longer feel the sting of the crisp night air circulating expeditiously throughout my lungs. I could no longer feel the burn from the decayed extremities of the various trees surrounding me whipping against my bare arms. I no longer felt the agony of my muscles being strained. I knew what was happening; I just couldn’t feel what was happening. The mental alarm had nullified all of my physical senses.
And I translated it to:
I looked around. It was weird. I crawled in the tree while holding myself. I could not smell. I could not breathe good. I felt trees burning my little arms. I was not be sad at my muscles. I didn't know WHAT was going on. I was afraid of the alarm of my brain that didn't go to my eyes and ears.
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 10:11 am
OLD: This is an incomplete one shot I did in Jon's POV. Read the summary for more information. If you'd like me to continue it, I can try, but I don't think my mind can go back to the same place that it was at when I started writing this.If It Wasn't 4U
by ZeeCrazayHobo
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Summary: A short story told from the eyes of a younger Jonathan Davis when he learns for the first time that his music saved the life of another person.
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It was right before one of our concerts one night. Backstage was complete madness and the busy stage workers running back and forth had kept me confined to my dressing room for most of my time there. I had no idea where any of my band members had gone, but as I lay across an old couch with questionable stains, I guessed that Reggie was puking, Head was chugging a beer, Munky was laying in a quiet place like I was, and David was stretching or working out.
I looked over at the big digital clock in the corner of the room laying on the counter. According to it I had a good twenty minutes before call time. I fished a box of cigarettes out of my road case and lit up, filling the small room with smoke. Half of it had ashed into the couch when I heard a steady knock on the dressing room door. I felt myself cringe.
"Yeah?" I called.
"Jon, some fans are here."
'Fans?' Told you it was incomplete. wink
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2009 11:56 am
OLD: This is what I will write if I have a crush on you and you say something to me. I found these going through old papers under my bed today. I was such a hopeless romantic. xD
A Note about a Crush #1
When They are around, I find myself believing that you are clouded, that there is no concern for me; I am trivial to you.
But when They aren't around, it is different.
I was sick today. I doubled over in class - my head bowed, my eyes cringed as the painful noises invaded my head. I remained that way for many minutes. No one payed any regard to me...
...except for you.
In my blackness, I heard your voice calling out to me. I found myself again, and I looked up to see you. You had a look on your face that I'll never forget.
It was so pure and real. There was so much concern, and almost, alarm. You were worried about me, and you grew sad when I told you I wasn't well. I looked into your eyes, and you looked into mine.
For the first time, you looked at me, not through me. The look in your eyes at that small moment was all the reassurance I needed to know that you are someone I can turn to...at least, when They are not around.
A Note about a Crush #2
For some reason, you really seemed to be interested in me today. You talked to me more, asked me more questions. You were (sort of) fascinated with my school I.D.. After orchestra, you stayed near me, you walked with me, only pausing for a brief moment to talk to your friends. During that time, several girls, spitting images of Kalikunts (girls that, at the time, I heavily disliked in ways of personality and appearance), came up to you, wanting and receiving hugs. I took a step back; as much as I wanted to stay, the tardy bell was nearing. You NOTICED, and followed. I commented about the Kalikunts, saying "You get a lot of hugs." There was truth to that: I must have counted at least six or eight. You laughed, realizing I was troubled, and gave me a huge. I have to admit I was surprised. Do you read books a lot? Am I easy to read? "Want to run?" You asked, and I nodded. We swerved and shoved through countless faces, getting stuck upon an overcrowded stairwell. I managed to push through and you remained stuck behind. You called my name and reached out to me. We pulled through. Our class was still a distance away. You said my name again, told me to go ahead as you still needed to get your book. I made it just in time, my heart racing. But was it because I ran? Or was it because of you? ********, it beats faster each time you say my name. And you said it a lot today.
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