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As Seen On the Internet: A (slightly modified) Compilation
As Seen On the Internet: A (slightly modified) Compilation
As Seen On the Internet: A (slightly modified) Compilation
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What would you do if a stranger approached you with the opportunity to go back and change your life one, mistake at a time? What if your reality was indistinguishable from your dreams and it was up to you to decide what was real? What if the only person you ever really loved was never anything more than your mind playing tricks on you? Read as author Jalen Cole navigates the dangerous waters of introspection, self-doubt, and inner discourse in a compilation of his best work to date.

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PublisherJalen Cole
Release dateJan 27, 2017
ISBN9781370478866
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    As Seen On the Internet - Jalen Cole

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    As Seen On the Internet:

    A (slightly modified) Compilation

    Written by Jalen Cole

    Table of Contents

    Our Own Devices 5

    R.E.M 29

    Poetry 41

    Our Own Devices

    Thanks for coming. she said to me from across the table, brushing her hair aside as she looked down at clasped hands. I used to think her eyes were vibrant blue. Now they just felt chilling. As distant as her reluctant voice.

    Yeah, you’re welcome. I coughed my sentence out, avoiding eye contact while attempting not to stare at the flowing bridal gown she had worn so proudly.

    Don’t be like that, Chris. She looked up, I could see pain swirling with the happiness in her eyes. I knew I wasn’t making the big day any easier but I didn’t care. As long as she could understand the position I had been placed in.

    Why shouldn’t I be? My eyes darted up, anticipating to lock eyes, "I left the past where it was. I got through this. She gave to my expectations and looked up into my eyes. I countered, placing a hand on the table, five fingers stretched across the cloth to display my sincerity, I got over us. I could see a tear fall from her cheek. I wanted to retract, but I couldn’t sacrifice the footing I had already gained, not again, We haven’t talked in a year, until you suddenly bring out the news you’re getting married? Then I actually lowered my voice, as if we were both ashamed, After…how long? You two started, what, two months ago, three?"

    The party went on around us, congratulatory, formal, pompous. Even through it, we were the only two in the room, even through blaring music and chattering guests, our voices were the only sources of noise in the foyer.

    Why are you even here then? She asked, her voice shallowed as her eyes retreated back to the safety of her hands.

    Because you invited me. I retaliated, I came in good faith, but then you treated me like a stranger for two and a half hours, flaunting the man who practically married you on a whim.

    You know, you’re not the most important one here! There was a strange comfort in her raised voice. Even though she was talking straight to me, singling me out, our conversation had long since been alienated. Alone in each other’s company. Just like it had always been.

    You’re right. I stood from my chair, being careful not to cause a scene, Why should I ruin the festivities?

    I knew she wanted to try and stop me as I walked out, as I walked away. I just knew it. I didn’t look back, but I had to know it.

    . . .

    It hadn’t been long since I got back to my apartment that I decided to lay down in my bedroom and watch the ceiling above me. A ceiling trembling with the happiness of the couple above, which is when and why I made the executive decision to sleep on the couch for the night. I failed to remove anything from my pocket, which made it especially easy for incoming messages to annoy me. Three independent buzzes, each separated by a minute and change. Three different messages, no doubt from either Amanda or Robby, the happy couple wondering why the guest of honor skipped out early, if it isn’t too vain to think that.

    I found myself physically rolling my eyes as that thought crossed through my mind, but by the end of the roll, I had already disregarded the thought, and the two people supplying it. By then, I had collapsed across the three cushions that acted as a makeshift bed, still dressed in a rented tuxedo. Ambivalence had already been stewing since I got through the front door, but only now did it start to surface. Only now was I feeling the conflicting effects. Luckily,

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