So I just recently began writing a story, and it's coming out pretty well. It was at first intended to just be a short story, but after 44 pages of writing and not even seeing the end in sight, I know that a short story is completely the wrong idea.
Anyways, here's the first part. Enjoy!
EDIT: Apparently, copying and pasting from my Word document won't work very well. I put the actual story itself in a comment, click on the comments button to see it.
For a long while, I never understood why some people would tell me, “It’s the start of a brand new day.” To me, every single day seemed exactly like the day just before it: Wake up, hit snooze, go back to sleep, wake up again, chuck the alarm clock against the wall, shower, get dressed, eat breakfast, brush my teeth, head off to school, and so on, over and over again with only marginal adjustments here and there. Life just seemed like one big pattern, repeating itself again and again with just enough miscellaneous variety to keep you interested, like a TV show that’s losing all but its most faithful viewers. That’s how I used to look at life: a never-ending system of constants and variables, barely shifting no matter what happened in my life, as if my future had already been decided when I’d been conceived in the womb. I used to think that all I would do in life was go to school, go to college, get a job, have kids, grow old, and die. Not anymore. If there were ever an example that the future was uncertain and undecided, I would have to be it. My life took a turn that nobody, not even the most brilliant men who have ever existed or ever will exist, could have ever foreseen. What am I talking about? Read on, intrepid reader… Read on, and you shall know. Just be careful: You may not like what you hear.
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For a long while, I never understood why some people would tell me, “It’s the start of a brand new day.” To me, every single day seemed exactly like the day just before it: Wake up, hit snooze, go back to sleep, wake up again, chuck the alarm clock against the wall, shower, get dressed, eat breakfast, brush my teeth, head off to school, and so on, over and over again with only marginal adjustments here and there. Life just seemed like one big pattern, repeating itself again and again with just enough miscellaneous variety to keep you interested, like a TV show that’s losing all but its most faithful viewers.
That’s how I used to look at life: a never-ending system of constants and variables, barely shifting no matter what happened in my life, as if my future had already been decided when I’d been conceived in the womb. I used to think that all I would do in life was go to school, go to college, get a job, have kids, grow old, and die.
Not anymore. If there were ever an example that the future was uncertain and undecided, I would have to be it. My life took a turn that nobody, not even the most brilliant men who have ever existed or ever will exist, could have ever foreseen.
What am I talking about? Read on, intrepid reader… Read on, and you shall know. Just be careful: You may not like what you hear.
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