Mackenzie Falls

words: 604 / thoughts / voices / speech
As much as he wanted to leave this stupid, empty, strange place, Gary knew, just the same, that he couldn't. If he tried to leave, he had nowhere to go. Actually, there were plenty of places to go, then he'd be giving up everything. Gary had become the territory as much as the territory had become him. Balance was offset by friendship here; it finally made sense. The whole idea of a pack was to have a lot of unfamiliar friends instead of a few close friends. That was why Gary was by himself, unable to accomplish anything, seemingly. Perhaps it was all paradoxical as he had predicted, though.

Title #1: The Black Holes of a Typical Mundane Life  

Lately, Gary had been interested in nonchalantly giving things titles. He saw depth to them; giving a short collection of words to something so big. Titling something at all almost seemed foolish: trying to get less of out more. He hated laziness, personally. But he liked challenges. Gary was out to challenge himself to give a title to anything that happened in his life from here on out; keep a log of what catchy phrase to remember each thought and action by.

Title #2: Big Changes to Little Ideas

The multicoloured female (Bamboo) had introduced the prospect of a plan and Gary had begun the chase of his lifetime, dashing off into the distance with piles of velocity. He'd been stopped, though. Soon after his successful takeoff into the oblivion that was spewing tendrils of invisible fury into Gary's golden eyes and white-tinted, reflective fur, the female had pelted him with a phrase that yielded stalling -- 'Before we go, though.' He couldn't wait any longer. He needed to investigated; to have a look around. Gary had the stamina and the strength for a good conversation; that was all he needed.

Title #3: The Facade of Speech

'What's your name?' She asked. Her eyes were more lax than he'd expected and she seemed much more lenient and carefree towards whatever name he told her. Heck; he could tell her his name was celery for all she seemed to care. He cleared his throat, eyes dodging her; his name was not something he trusted in.  Gary was, over everything, scared that he would not fulfill this pack's expectations. He lived to serve, after all, and if he was not successful... he'd never hold himself worthy of anything. This was why he was stuck now; he hadn't fulfilled his friend. That had lead to two suicide attempts, the collective count of each player involved, and permanent misery placed on Gary's side of the equation. And that was it. There were no more twists in Gary's story, no more bumps in his road, no more knots in his rope. Nothing mattered anymore. The most he could do was figure out how to make matter out of grass and leaves or kindle a new story through friendship, but what were the chances? Nobody fancied him. This stranger was all he had, and they were plotting about how to indulge into a territory of typical wolves; that didn't exactly yield friendship. What would happen after they parted ways back into normal life was a classic lament and their meeting would be buried under the sands of memories. New, better memories -- that was what Gary was here for, after all.  

Title #4: I'll Follow Your Ghost

"I've always been called Gary," he answered, voice dying away as his golden gaze faded into the earthworks. Happiness was not ensured by new beginnings. Was all he was about to receive new things to regret?

Title #5: Clean Slates Aren't Flawless