Even when we were at middle school he used to stick up for me. He'd say "don't talk to my wife like that!" It was rather funny because we weren't even dating. But he was cute so why would I mind? Then in high-school, we drifted apart, different classes, different friends and busy lives. I didn't see him for another eight years or so, a lifetime really when you're that age. We bumped into one another at a bar so we sat for drinks and talked about old times. He said he used to imagine we really were married, he'd named our two kids by the time he was twelve and what kind of dog we'd have. "That's a weird fantasy," I said. He smiled like a kid and supped his beer. A week later I couldn't stop thinking about him, there was just something drawing me in. So I called him. That was five years ago now, our kids have completely different names though, who would call their kids Optimus and Vector Prime anyway?
Now we live in a small house in the countryside, we got married, we have a Shiba Inu called Marshmellow and our two children called Nathaniel and Holly. Our Fantasy has now turned into a reality.
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My Descriptive writing pieces
General FictionIf you haven't guessed, this book is full of my different descriptive writing works from April of 2018 to present. Each idea is prompted by either readers, my friends or how I feel about something. If you do enjoy my work and want to request a topic...
