Kurt Cobain Stories の小説・ストーリー

Reporters were everywhere taking pictures of us and asking questions. I was frightened to my bones, I noticed that everyone stared at me, but alpha Kurt held my hand as we walked out of the airport and to the convoy that came to pick us up. " Mister. Cobain. There was a rumor about your getting married to a lady a few months ago. Is she the lady in question? " " is she the new Mrs. Cobain?" " was she not the one accused of murdering your father?" One of them asked. I noticed alpha Kurt paused, and his hold on my hand became tighter.

she declared. We chatted idly about the headline band, arguing about which album of theirs was the best. As is often the case with the three of us, especially when one or more is trying to avoid doing their homework, the conversation soon veered wildly off course to a heated discussion of 90's Grunge Rock. Once on that subject, both Lee and Lisa started mooning over the 'tragic story' of Kurt Cobain. I contended hotly that he was a shit and an asshole who had had it all and whose self-indulgent suicide, exactly like Hemingway's, served only to deprive the world of all the great work that they would have produced, if they's just manned up instead of making out with a shotgun. "You are a cold-

The above sentences are the thoughts of the author about what he thinks, but it is my duty to tell all the things he has in his mind. The space science and the beginning of the human era, why I always talk about the past, why I'm interested in the dead stories, why I tell a tale of another time, why I don't like the present and, also why I'm not narrating about those dumbasses who were about to close the mysterious case of random killing by an unidentified criminal (creature)? You might have so many questions and confusions about the fact that I puzzle a simple story in what we call a Riddle…? But you can still believe in me that I'll give you a gift tomorrow.