Longest, Part 1

okay, i found my stash of writings and narratives while cleaning up for the party, and found something i wrote that i'd like to show off. its only the first bit and i never continued it. maybe you can convince me to.

here goes:

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Sam walked along the street, his leather jacket zipped up against the cold. His long face was drawn and pale. His big eyes were as black as the jeans he wore. He walked in a fast striding motion.

The street ran from Heidelberg Road down to the Yarra river, which lay at the end of the street, snaking its yellow way to the bay. Plane trees' last leaves clung to the branches. The crisp tan leaves that had fallen lay in the deep gutter waiting for the rains.

A heavy wind blew down the street., its howling sonata a bidding warning to Sam; Whispering, persuading him to return.

A cat awakens, gray, dishevelled: startled by Sam's footsteps. It looked upon him disapprovingly for a moment, sizing him up. Quickly losing interest, it returned to its deep slumber.

At last. Sam sighed heavily as he looked upon the house. Was he doing the right thing? Sighing again, he stepped forward and put his finger to the bell.

There was no turning back now.

He depressed the switch.



The door opened just a crack, letting in a thin beam of light: a stark contrast against the dark corridor beyond. A small head poked through the gap. Her eyes were red and her make-up had run.

"How're you holding up?" Sam asked.

"Not too good." She shifted, opening the door.

"Come in, its cold out."

And Sam crossed the threshold.



"Can i get you anything to drink?" She asked softly, turning to head to the kitchen.

"I'm fine. Does Shawn know yet?" Sam pressed.

"No. I can't tell him."

"Why not?" Sam asked, at the same time observing the discarded bottles of hard liquor and wine strewn across the kitchen floor.

"I... I can't. We both know what'll happen."

A moment of silence. She looked longingly at another bottle of gin.

"You shouldn't be drinking so much."

The words were lost to the wind as she opened the bottle and took a large swig. She looked fragile and helpless to Sam then, as she cringed from the burn of the alcohol. Even so, she was still beautiful. She always had been. From the time they played together in the neighborhood playground, to their time spent in higher education together. A dull ache returned to Sam. The more he thought of it, the more he hated himself for not being able to "man up" and admit that he was in love.

A sharp gag brought sam back to the situation at hand. She was clearly not a drinker, it was obvious how drastic the situation was.

"C'mon. lets get you somewhere else. Away from all this alcohol." Sam said. Pulling her up and to the door.

"No. No... Sam," She pulled her arm free.

"Just leave me, I'll be fine."

Sam wasn't convinced. "No. Come on. Just a while."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be, just... Just come on. You'll thank me later." He forced a smile, a futile attempt to lighten the mood, as he pulled her out the door.



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There you have it. I couldn't help but do some minor editing while transcribing it. grammer, etc. there was alot of brands mentioned in the original which i took away. some minor sentence removals and additions, made it alot easier to continue if i wanted to.

just going to say on a side note, if you were looking for some form of closure anywhere from tonight's posts, you won't get any. haha. i have no intention of finishing anything tonight. as in. i'll be starting stories but you won't get the end. and stuff. eeyurgh. haha.

oh shit i need a title. lets see... lol. "man enough" came up for awhile. nono. lets see. there seems to be alot of regretting in the story. but regret is a horribly cliched name. remorse is too. sigh. hmm. longest. how's that. it kinda describes how i expect this story to turn out. i don't expect much though. its turning really cliche, like one of those channel 8 dramas. not looking forward to continuing it. but meh. we'll see.