Soon

Just finished the rough draft of the story I've been working on for the past couple weeks. So far it's 33 pages in Microsoft Word, which is about 30 pages longer than I intended it to be. The story has changed so many times in the process of writing it that the 2nd draft of edits might take just as long as it took to make the 1st draft. But I've given myself a deadline.

I have a friend who wants to read it and critique it so I'm going to send it to her by next weekend with whatever I've managed to edit and polish, which might not be much since I have to deal with college and work and such. After she sends me back her critiques, I'll run through it one more time and then post it on here.

At this point I'm not sure how I feel about it. I mean I think it's a decent story but it definitely isn't my best work; to be honest, it has too much of a happy vibe to it. Not that that's a bad thing, but it just feels a bit too cheesy and cliche than what I had intended it to be. But I have so many more story ideas running around in my head that want to be free that I don't really have the energy to commit another couple weeks to this story to change it into something a bit more dark and drizzly. I just want to finish it up and move on.

But for whoever does read it, I hope it will entertain them. I've certainly had some fun writing it. The title is "The Life of Mr. Johnson" and I should be posting it up in a couple more weeks. Sit tight.

My Skating

(I'm the one in the white shirt)

(I'm in the white shirt and gray shorts)

(I'm in the white shirt. I'm seeing a pattern with my shirt colors)

All of these videos are from a while ago, I'm much better now...I hope.

Eternity in a Moment

(Have you ever seen someone and for the briefest of moments you wonder what it would be like to be that person's friend or even date that person? Well whether it is a good thing or not, it happens to me quite often. So this is a little short story, or maybe it would be considered poetry, I wrote as kind of an exaggerated example of that. Basically a guy sees a beautiful girl and has visions of what it would be like to be close to her and such. Enjoy)

Eternity in a Moment

            I see her across the street standing at the crosswalk; we’re heading to opposite sides of campus. The sign flashes “WALK” and we both take a step onto the street, heading towards each other.

            She has a mesmerizing figure, the same figure upon which she wears a sleek black dress for our first date. I can’t take my eyes off of her, she looks breathtaking.

            I take another step.

            She has textbooks under her arm, the same textbooks she discards in the trash on the day we graduate college, side-by-side, starting a new life together.

            She looks up; we make eye contact.

            Deep emerald eyes stare back at me, the same eyes I gaze into on long summer nights as we whisper sweet nothings to each other and make promises that we both hope with all our heart we can keep.

            I smile at her; she smiles back.

            A cheerful smile from ear to ear, the same smile she gives me at our wedding ceremony as we fulfill the promises we made on those long summer nights: to love and cherish one-another even after we’ve grown old together.

            We both advance another step.

            Her luscious maroon hair bounces as she walks, the same way our daughter’s hair bounces as she runs around the backyard with her brother. We just look on with smiles, counting our blessings.

            She passes by me; I glance back for one last look.

            I see her gray sweater, the same gray color her hair has turned while we’ve aged. We’re in our eighties, sitting on our porch holding hands as we reflect on the wondrous memories we’ve made together.

            I turn around and face the empty crosswalk in-front of me.

            I experience a lacking, a similar lacking that I feel at her funeral; I’ve lost a part of myself. Our children are on either side of me, dressed in black with tear stains on their faces. They will never forget the love and devotion they’ve felt for the woman lying before them.

            I step onto the sidewalk. The moment has passed; the feelings are gone. I continue to walk, never to see her again.

            Today, I spent my life with the most beautiful stranger.

First Post

So this is my first blog post. I suppose I'll talk about myself a bit. I'm 20 and as the url implies, I love skateboarding. I'm no where near talented enough to make a career out of it, but I've been doing it for so long that it has basically become a part of me. I also really enjoy writing short stories and just writing in general. I also used to play piano, not so much any more but I do pick it up again every once in a while.

I'm not sure how often I'll be posting in here. I'll probably only be posting skateboarding stuff or short stories I write. I've already written one short story (a really short story) and I'm currently working on another. I should finish soon. After I finish it, I'm going to edit it and then I'll post it up; it's probably going to be a couple days.


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