Disclaimer: This will be a rather dark story so if you’re not into that you can ignore this post.Continue reading “Maybe This Time (Short Story)”
I’ve never written a novel before and honestly, what I’ve written is more like an English light novel without the illustrations. It’s informal and casual, unlike most books I’ve read in the past. I was inspired to write it in this manner after reading “My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong, As I Expected” by Wataru Watari.
It may be more on the boring side since it is nothing more than the description of a day in the life of an average student, but I hope that at least some of you can enjoy it.
I just published the prologue and chapter 1 for now. There will be a total of 11 chapters including the prologue. I will be releasing a chapter per week.
Hope you guys can enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it!
If you are interested in what I’ve written, you can find it on Wattpad.
Entertainment mediums have the tendency to showcase life as fun and exciting filled with meaningful bonds between people. However, reality is a sad disappointment, especially in the eyes of Laz who goes about his daily life criticising everything and everyone including himself. If you are here for an action-packed thriller or an emotional romance story, you are in the wrong place. This is nothing more than the day in a life of an average and boring student.
If the synopsis doesn’t turn you away and you choose to read it, I hope you enjoy it! If you don’t, feel free to let me know whatever feedback you may have.
Stories of the past are not something I hold dear. In fact, my past is something that I often forget. Something… that I do not think about. However, to recreate a single memory from my past adding whatever creativity I have was last week’s writing prompt from Writer’s Digest.
After much thought, I can only recall one event that has left an impression on me. I can’t remember exactly when it happened but that does not matter since I’m changing it up into a fictional story anyway.
Hope you enjoy.
Like any other typical day, I strolled into class and saw one of my close friends, Samuel. As usual, he greeted me with a smile and asked me how my weekend was. I replied by telling him it was okay and that I did the usual. The usual being sitting at home and reading books all day. He laughed and joked that he should have just guessed. I smiled in response while putting my bag down at my seat.
Despite our interactions being relatively short, I consider Samuel a close friend of mine because of how comfortable I feel around him. I can immerse myself in my book, and he would never disturb me or give me the feeling that he is waiting impatiently for me to finish. When we talk, he always listens carefully to whatever I say and looks genuinely interested. Whether or not he was merely acting out of kindness to me, I did not know. Honestly, it did not matter to me. Seeing him listen to whatever I say so intently made me feel really happy.
After talking with Samuel for a bit, the class was about to start. We had to go back to our seats. Unfortunately, Samuel is seated quite far from me so we don’t have much time for small talk during class. Not that either of us is really the type to talk during class.
Before we knew it, it was recess time. Samuel came to me as I was packing up my textbooks from class and taking out the required ones for the classes after recess. He asked me if I was eating today. Since no homework was given during the first half of the day, I told him I could join him for recess.
When we reached the canteen, we split up. I went to find a table to sit down at while Samuel went to queue for his food. Since he wanted to eat Mee Pok from the most popular stall in school, I figured I could take hold of some seats and just wait for him. After all, I only planned on getting a meat bun from the snacks stall which always has a far shorter queue.
While waiting, I decided that I probably have time to read a chapter or two of Harumi Muradami’s book I purchased just two days ago. As I was about to flip open to the first page, someone slammed into me from behind. Having almost dropped my book, I immediately turned back to glare at whoever it was. I turned around to see my other close friend, Jacob.
Why is my other close friend such an insensitive troublemaker? I do not know. In fact, I have no idea why Jacob wanted to be my friend in the first place. I don’t stand out and I’m no where near as energetic as he is. I guess, there are some things I’ll never really know.
Jacob beamed at me as though he did nothing wrong and questioned why I looked so angry. I simply let out a sigh and told him that I just haven’t had much sleep lately. He laughed and commented that I was probably too immersed in yet another one of my books and forgot to sleep. He was not wrong, but him saying that after being the actual reason as to why I was angry irritated me. Although, it is not entirely his fault that he doesn’t know that… Since I lied to him.
After talking with Jacob for a bit, Samuel arrived at our table. For a brief moment, I could have sworn I caught him with a disgusted look on his face. However, just a moment later, he smiled at Jacob and asked what he was doing at our table. Jacob, being Jacob, simply stated the facts. He said that he just came to talk to me for a bit. There may have been some hint of irritation in his voice, but I just assumed it was my imagination. I told Jacob that we could catch up some other time and that he should probably get going to meet his other friends from his own class. After a brief moment, he agreed and smiled, waving at us while walking away.
I never expected that it would be the last time I saw him… alive.
Sorry if it was a little long and perhaps a bit boring to some of you. I tried my best to make it short, but it turned out relatively long. I already shortened the much longer version I had initially written, but I guess I’m not very good at being concise and including only essential information.
I’m thinking of maybe making a book based on this. To add more depth to the characters. So you guys can better understand not just the main character, but his two close friends Samuel and Jacob. Also, to make the ending not so rushed and well… forced?
Honestly, even though this was supposed to be based on a true story of my past, it is different in so many ways it’s pretty much all fiction. I don’t even remember what my two friends were like. Heck, I don’t even remember what kind of person I was back in Primary school (6-12 yrs old). I just remembered that my two closest friends did not get along well. As a result, one of them ended up trying to kill himself after getting into a fight with the other. Why they would get so serious over who is my “best friend”, I have no idea till this day. We are no longer in contact so I cannot ask. Even if we were, they’ve likely forgotten the event anyway.
There’s also a possibility that my mind is just making up things to replace my memories that I forget oh so easily. Guess I will never know these sorts of things. My brain probably does lots of things that never cross my mind.
Feel free to share your thoughts on my short story below! 🙂