Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Story: Three Scenes in a Life

This is a very short story I wrote that is going to be critiqued in my fiction class tonight.

1.                  The new kid, Spencer, had moved in next door. Little Sammy was excited that he

would be able to play with someone his age, though he found it weird that he hadn’t seen the family move in and that his grandma hadn’t met his new friend’s parents.

All his information came directly from Spencer. He told Sammy that they had moved into the house in the middle of the night; that they had a big dog, though there was never any barking; that inside his home all the walls were black, but Spencer never invited him to come over and look. Spencer also said that the reason Sammy had never met his parents was because they worked at night and slept during the day.

Being a quiet kid, Sammy took in everything Spencer said, never doubting, never disbelieving.

After all, it was nice to make a friend after “the incident.”  

2.         Spencer was always the more outgoing one, telling Sammy, the other guys, and any girl that would listen all these stories of his trips around the world before moving here. He went on and on about how he had gone to see the Eiffel Tower, how he had floated in the Dead Sea, that he had once fed a camel in Saudi Arabia, how he had smoked with friends in Amsterdam, and that he was learning to fly a plane to go on more adventures.

Though Sammy knew Spencer had moved in at eight and could not possibly remember all that at such a young age, he never questioned his friend. Spencer’s stories sometimes overshadowed their relationship because all Spencer wanted to do was talk about his Indiana Jones-like adventures to girls, but Sammy, being a loyal friend, never complained.

It was nice and refreshing to finally be able to walk around school without the other guys calling him names, without the girls shying away from him, even if everyone still remembered what had happened to his parents when he was a child.  

3.         Sammy looked at his sickly orange bottle of pills, his name imprinted on the label around the middle. On the yellow paper his therapist had given him was something much more distressing – his diagnosis.

He had been going to his therapist since his junior year in college for stress, but only recently had she realized that there was something else entirely wrong with him. Sammy glanced at the sheet to see the capital letters of SPLIT PERSONALITY DISORDER.

He couldn’t believe that Spencer hadn’t been real. All those years, his friend had just been inside his head. And all those years ago, Spencer had manifested, according to his therapist, because he had seen his parents murdered.

Sammy stared into the mirror across the living room and could almost see Spencer in the reflection.

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  1. oooooh creepy, i like it!! i love the way you write :) you should definitely let me read some more of your stuff over break, i'd love to see it!! also, not sure but there is a typo in the very first part where it says movie instead of move but I'm not sure if you copy and pasted or typed it but i wouldn't want your draft to have a typo :):) get em killer (hahahah)

  2. Thanks so much!! I'm glad you liked it! Hopefully, the people in class will like it too! I've been writing something for class these past few weeks. It's about a girl writing in her diary about religion and friendship. If you'd like to read it over break, I'll definitely send it your way!

    And I fixed the typo. Thanks for spotting it!

  3. Oh i love it! It was such a twist at the end, I love how you wrote it too! Just one thing, (as a psych major)in the DSM-R4 the actual name of the disorder is Dissociative identity disorder. I;m sure most people wont care/know the difference but I just wanted to let you know. But other then that i really like it - you mapped out the story well :)

  4. Hi there ;)
    I found your blog via Sea of Blooming Dreams and I have instantly fallen in love with it! I checked out about twenty or thrity of your posts but I felt I needed to comment on this one because that story is so beautiful and unexpected and oh my god, I'm really bad at writing reviews but it absolutely fascinated me ;) I'm also really love Harry Potter and the Hunger Games (I always like it when someone has the same taste in books as I have) and I think it's awesome that you're studying Creative Writing and planning to write a novel - I would love to read it!
    My question is, however, what are you going to do after you've finished university? Because I'd love to study writing or literature or English language but I don't want to become an author (at least not as a full-time job^^) But today my school was visiting the university and I was in a class about Hamlet and I so want to study English but I just don't know what I should do with that later because I would never be a good teacher^^
    I was also very interested in that post about your teacher feeling the need to speak a different language, I searched for ages to find it after I had seen the photo in your guest post ;) I can imagine what she is feeling. I love learning new languages. My mother tongue is German but I have always loved my language classes at school - English, Latin, French and Spanish ;) (I'm proud of that list even though I have inly basic knowledge in French and Spanish^^)

    So, by the way, you've just gained a new follower ;)

    xoxo Jenni

    1. I'm so glad you like my blog! Thanks! So I definitely want to write after I graduate, but I also want a full-time job otherwise I would go crazy just writing in a room by myself. I'm not 100% sure what I want to do yet, but I'll probably either work for a publishing company, or write articles online about tv, books, or fashion. I hope that helps!

      By the way, I'm so jealous that you can speak so many languages! I can only speak English and a very small amount of Italian. :)


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