Working as a writer is tiring, I barely get to see my friends or family. This was never going to be my career choice, I wanted to be a nurse or something in the medical field. That's what my mom did though. She was my biggest role model after my dad divorced her. He was abusive towards the both of us, so I can't say I'm not entirely against him disappearing. School wasn't hard, it was just annoying to deal with. After dropping out of 12th grade I started writing poems in a notebook, my mom found it and showed it off to her friends, one of them being a publisher themselves. She got me a few contracts with newspapers and magazines but it wasn't much. As those 10 seconds of fame flew by I stopped writing, deciding to explore the world for more than just literary elements. One day I was walking past a bar where I saw a drunken man slurring his words while stumbling around. He looked up at me immediately recognizing me. "Seth! It's yo *hicc*" Before he can reach me he trips and falls. "That's not my name." The man grins with malice as he stands back up "It's what I say it is" I can't say it didn't hit me like a truck when I realized who exactly this was. I just kept walking trying to ignore the bad memories associated with this man. As I continue to walk his shouts lessen, eventually ending with him walking back into the bar. For the next few days I spent time in my room just trying to repress the vivid images in my head.
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The Sinful Series #1
FantasyOften times people find themselves in a situation where they can't act rationally, but would you throw away your entire life just to regain your senses?
