This has been a long time coming; ever since I initial wrote “Letter to the Unknown,” I’ve wanted to expand on it significantly. Again, like with the original, this one is quite a personal story to me. Will this go beyond the limits of a short story and expand into a novella or novel? Only time will tell. For now, though, I feel this is good where it’s at.
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This was originally part of the 100 Themes Challenge that I stopped doing due to college starting up at the time. Lately however, I decided to look back on my entries for it and see which ones I could polish up. This is one of them.
Also, this story is the most reflective I’ve gotten in my fiction writing; there are quite a few parallels between what’s contained here and my own life.
Marked “Mature” due to a slur, even though it was used sarcastically.
“It’s been twenty years,” Zach thought to himself. He lied there in his briefs on his bed on a lazy Saturday morning. He was in that state of waking up where you would be wide awake, but you didn’t want to get out of bed just yet. “It’s been twenty years since he left me…since he left us.” Continue reading
Currently incomplete, but I figured I’d at least put what I have so far. This does tie-in to the end of “Midnight Bus,” which I have outlined but not written yet. This one could easily be a mystery or noir-esque kind of story, but I won’t know for sure; we’ll see what happens.
I know I’ll have to look this one over as the descriptions aren’t as “furry” as I’d like them to be; again: this is what I have so far.
Let me know what you think!
Two meaty, gloved hands lifted open the door to the storage unit, exposing its contents to the freezing blizzard. The light above the door was burnt out and the clouds covered any natural moonlight. It didn’t matter to Kazuo if he could see what’s inside or not, he knew exactly where and what he was looking for. Continue reading