I normally post my stories in Fast Threads but I feel like posting them in General Discussion thread now. Tell what you guys think as I post more of my short stories.
Another lonely night sitting here in my cabin. A fire roars next to me, crackling and popping to the sounds of the night. I pour myself another drink and gulp it down trying to fight back the tears. My hand trembles softly as I feel the condensation forming on my brandy glass. A slow but steady tear escapes my fighting eyes and rolls down my cheek and collects on my chin. I watch the tear and wish it good bye as it falls into my glass of brandy. I set the glass down and let a few more tears escape my tearful eyes. I look up at the clock as it strikes midnight. With every ring of the hour, I think back on my life and realize now the kind of man I should have been.
I never knew how to have fun nor did I ever make the effort to be with friends. A young man fresh out of the University I looked into life and saw my opportunities. As my mother said "The world is your oyster" even though I never understood what that meant. I directly joined the work force and found myself waking up in the mornings and driving to work. I pushed papers all day and came home to find a lonely home. I would make my dinner, shower off the stink of work from my body and find myself going to sleep at 9 every night. Whenever it came up, my friends offered me drinks, women, and fun. I would reject and say "I have work, i have responsibilites, I am a working man" although inside I said to myself "Its ok that i don't join them tonight, I have my entire youth to have fun". Repeating those words, I gave myself the false hope that I won't waste my youth like my father had.
I wake up one day and look in the mirror. My face is ravaged by age, my body has become one of time. My hair having lost its shine years ago, thinning itself till there is nothing left. I realize I am no longer young, no longer have that ability to go out and live my life to the fullest. I hear in my mind "You've wasted your youth, you only have one chance and you let it go, now wither away and turn to dust, for no one will remember you". Realizing my fate I pour myself a glass of brandy and look to the little white pills to my left. If life is supposed to be about working and achieving success, then why do I feel like I haven't lived? I swallow my glass and pour myself another. I swallow the pills and drink down another glass of brandy. The clock strikes midnight as the rings of the hour slowly fade from my mind. My eyes close slowly as I try to smile. One final tear escapes my fighting eyes, slowly rolling down my cheek and gathers at my chin. The clock hit the 12th ring as the tear falls from my chin. i don't know where it landed but now I know. Life is about living, not achieving success. Too bad I missed my chance.
Wouldn't creationism corner be a better place for this?
Oh, I didn't know there was a separate forum for stories and shit, thanks.
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