Short Story

Meet Me In The Woods (excerpt)

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My friend and I have been collaborating on a story. We both voice two different characters, a Father (My friend, John) and his Son (me).  This is just a little excerpt from the separate parts in the first chapter.  Collaborating on a story has its challenges but I feel like we have a good story and we can not wait to finish it.

“I felt a jolt in my soul and my eyes shot open. I felt like a seasick passenger on a boat surrounded by a stormy sea but I was stationary; I had sprung up from some sort of slumber and my hands were clammy and I had a cold sweat. I was sitting at the base of some sort of towering tree in a makeshift bird-like nest of moss and twigs and colorful stones. As far as my eyes could see were trees. No one tree stood apart from the other, an endless perpetual landscape of tall towering trees whose canopies plumed upwards. There was no sky, just treetops. It was like I was in the heart of the Amazon, only oddly enough there was no fauna; not an animal, bird, deer, bear, or insect to be seen.
I was alone.”

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“It was almost time for him to get on the plane. I was starting to cry because I am going to miss him so much.
“Adam, don’t cry, I will be back soon. “
“I know, but I’m going to miss you.”
“How about I give you my hat? That way, you won’t miss me so much.”
“Okay”.
That made me happy.
He hugged mommy and gave me a kiss before he left through a door that goes to the plane. The plane was so big, I think it could hold hundreds of people on it.
After waiting for a long time all the people finally got on the plane. When it started to move my mom picked me up so I could see better. It went so fast and started to fly up in the air. I want to be like my dad when I grow up.”

Dear Friend (1)

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I plan on writing a series of journal entries that is all part of one short story. It is going to be from the perspective of a teenager. As I post them sporadically (it won’t all be consecutive posts, though some might end up that way) I will put a number in the title to let you know which entry number it is for the story.

October 5

Dear Friend,

Hello, my name is Oliver. I’ve been in my new High School a little more than a month now.  I haven’t really been able to make any friends yet.  That is why I am writing to you now. I know I’ve never done so before, but I could really use a friend right now.  High School is pretty rough, not that you would know. People have said that High School could be tough at times for everybody but it hadn’t been that bad up until now.  At my last school I didn’t have many friends, but I did have one. And now I won’t be able to talk to him that much anymore.

Before I go on, you should know a little about me…other than my name.  I am fifteen years old.  My birthday is on September 13th.  I live with both my parents and I am an only child.  We just recently moved because my mom got a promotion at her job and we were forced to relocate.  My dad is on disability now because of an accident.  He spends a lot of time by himself now, but I don’t blame him.  The doctors said he may never be able to walk again. Must be terrifying.

But, my friend at my old school, Jack, he was like me. We were both, I don’t want to say loners because we weren’t but that’s what we were. Not really by choice, but because we were different. We liked different music, books, movies than the other kids.  It wasn’t bad, we had each other. Now, I go to school, sit by myself at lunch, don’t talk to anyone other than my teachers, and then come home. We can’t talk much anymore because our parents don’t let us have cell phones and we live too far away to hang out after school. But like I said, it has only been a month. So, although things could be better, I know it can turn around.

Thank you for listening.  I’ll look forward to talking to you more.

Once again, thanks Friend.

Proud Father (Revised)

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This is an updated version of the story I first posted.  I changed it to be an actual letter to give it a more personal feeling. I wrote about real life experiences with a fictional ending.

Dear Father,

You have always been a hard working man. You worked a job he didn’t like for over 30 years to support our family.  You are a family man that sacrificed some of your dreams, sleep, and whatever else you had to so you could be there for me and my siblings.  That has made you a very happy man and I love you for that.  You have never been bitter about anything you had to give up for us.  But, even though you have always been there for us, and will always be there for us, you are a quiet man.  I know you love us but sometimes it would be nice to hear, not just on birthdays or in special occasion cards.  I set out a long time ago to make sure I could make you proud.  My goal is to hear you tell me, “I’m proud of you, son. I love you.”

You could say this isn’t a surprise or something out of the ordinary. What child doesn’t want to make their parents proud?  But for me, it’s more than that.  I could see how certain decisions and actions affects you in different ways.  I  can tell when we do something that makes you happy, makes you feel like we are on the right track. And, I can also tell when you are disappointed; When you know we are smarter than the choices we made.  Dad, you have lived life in a certain way, a way that makes me proud to be your son.  A way that makes me want to do better to make you proud. There was one time you said he was proud of me (that I can recall) but that was after I told a family member about you not saying it and I don’t think that it was a genuine moment. I feel like I haven’t been able to do that.

Growing up I always wanted to play professional baseball.  That was my dream and I felt like I could do it.  I was always one of the better players on my teams.  I always remember you telling me, “It takes more than talent to make the pros. You got to work hard every day and practice.” I knew you were right, but for some reason, I just couldn’t muster up the strength or energy to go out and work every day.  I took this dream of mine to college.  I was so sure that baseball was my ticket to a better future that I let it go to my head. I skipped class and focused on baseball.  Long story short, I got very poor grades and after my two years playing Junior College I was left with an awful GPA and no scholarships. Of course, you knew how that turned out. You took trips with me to visit colleges in hopes I could get an offer.

I tried to make you proud with my accomplishments on the field and didn’t care about what happened in the classroom.  But, another one of the things that you taught me growing up was that education is very important.  And you were right.  And after a year of trying to figure out what college to try to go to where I can play baseball, I went back to Community College. I switched majors to something I was interested in and started to work hard at my education.  I took more credits, I took winter and summer classes, and tried my best.  I wanted you to know that I was doing everything I could to make up for the mistakes I made. After starting over I was able to get my Associates in a year and a half. I was able to get a baseball scholarship to another college and I was ready to continue my hard work.

When I went away to college it was the first time I would be away from my family, “on my own”, taking care of myself with no supervision and no guidance. I thought succeeding in this environment would definitely make you proud.  I succeeded on the field and in the classroom provided it had its difficulties.  I was able to balance school, baseball, and a girlfriend and finish my degree in three semesters.  But when I got home that spring after finishing the semester, the response I got from you was, “get a job.”  I knew I needed a job, I wasn’t planning on getting my degree and then not getting a job.  But, I stuck it out with the job that I had for a few years and then got a new job the following Spring.  I knew it wasn’t what we both wanted but if you knew how hard I looked, I think you would have at least realized that I wasn’t just being lazy.

One thing I don’t like is when people make quips about my work ethic or being a free loader.  I hate borrowing money if I need to. I hate the fact that I had to get a cosigner for student loans.  I don’t like feeling like people think I’m taking advantage of people. If they knew how much I hated those things and how much I work to try to make it so I don’t need those things I think they would understand.  I appreciate peoples help but I am not someone that takes advantage of people.

I’ve lived a long time trying to make you proud of me.  I’ve had ideas and plans to be a success in my life and in your eyes but I’ve never been proactive enough to get them done.  I want to be but I just can’t. I don’t think I can ever reach the expectations I have to make you proud.  I am sorry, Dad.  I tried and it wasn’t good enough.  You deserved better. I love you.

…

Dear Son,
I read the letter that you left for me.  There was never a moment that I wasn’t proud of you.  From the moment I first held you, to the first time you said Daddy, and to the last time I hugged you.  There was nothing you could have done to make me love you less or make me less proud of you.  My only regrets are that you felt pressured into trying to live your life to make me happy and that I never told you my true feelings.  It may be a little late now, but you are my son, I am always proud of you, for who you were and for what you accomplished. I hope you are hearing this, Son. I am proud of you and I love you so much.