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| Author: | Zirk13 [ Sat Apr 06, 2013 4:20 am ] |
| Post subject: | Short story I wrote |
Short story I created and have not titled. feel free to make one (Notes) on Sunday, December 9, 2012 at 8:31pm As he awoke. Only knowing that it was morning, as the brightness of the light from the window made him wish he could simply hide himself to escape it. He remembered last night.He was with friends having a party. Not a party he chose though, but why not a weekend with his friends. Especially when his greatest moments that week were waiting to see the new episodes coming out on television. Still he awoke that day at his friends house were the party was held, awaking on the couch. his friend shawn moved into a house across the street from him his freshman year. Shawn always felt to james as a smarter more socialistic version of himself. Shawn is his best friend. James spent the night watching as hundreds, atleast to him, passed before him talking, socializing, explaining their days and their interests to one another. James never understood how easy it was for people to be so approachable to one another as he was always worried that maybe e would come off as awkward, strange, dumb, or trying to hard. At the party he saw the girl he had a crush on for years, the girl who always made him feel spectacular, the girl who always made him laugh. the girl who always made him shy, the girl who always made him question his own thoughts. To everyone else this may seem as the untouchable girl, however, it was never one girl it was many girls he had met. Each one with their own ideas and special ways. The sad fact is, James watched many of these women around him never really introducing himself or making any real connections. because he never really felt good enough for any of them. But last night he felt he had a real connection with one of them. THe problem is he can't remember any of it. He remembers talking, laughing, sharing, listening, and even kissing this girl. But for some horrible reason he couldn't remember who she was. THe worst part is every girl that was there last night, he knew he would see again in his life. How could he possible forget a wonderful night like last night. Such a night he was looking for his whole life. How could he be so worried about what was gonna happen that he wouldn't have known what had taken place. The only other people at the house was shawn, shawns good friend Mark, James friend Matt, and james himself. James asked the other four about last night, but each had no recollection of the others events the night before. James spent the rest of that weekend worried about what happened that night. He kept asking himself over and over what happened each hour of that night. But the girl never seemed to follow the events of that night. He was never able to rule out the others. Hours and hours were spent questioning that night. THen suddenly a realization came to james. Why spend forever asking what happened, instead keep going and this time really get to know the people you meet. If that night was as special to her as it was to him. The night will happen again, and hopefully she would come forward. |
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| Author: | gentleman_bandit [ Thu May 16, 2013 3:31 am ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Short story I wrote |
this is good, i like the story. I would suggest making it a lot longer however so the character development can be more intensive |
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