ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
I'm a published teenage writer that has been writing short stories since the fall of 2005. I also write poetry and flash fiction. Usually, I tend to write fiction, more specifically fantasy, but have tried my hand at other genres. I am an honors student and plan on being a writer, missionary, and linguist. I am an actor, fencer, artist, and guitar player. [September 2006]
AUTHOR'S OTHER TITLES (3) Alone At Dawn (Short Stories) The tale of a man searching to resolve the pain of loosing the woman he loved. [957 words] [Fantasy] Confortable Darkness (Short Stories) The world is dark and light is not welcome. It only pains the eyes. [996 words] [Fantasy] Without Reason (Short Stories) Anger breeds hate and hate breeds evil. Unfortunately this perfect world breeds all three. [983 words] [Fantasy]
To The Fullest Sime Sheef
I sat there in an old booth, staring out at the morning, drinking a cup of hot coffee. There was little traffic in the little city. The sun was shining outside and a cool breeze blew across the streets. I thought to myself, Sitting in a cafe for two hours isn't what I wanted to do today, especially if my time is running short. I stood up, walked to the bar for the third time that morning, and sat down, but this time instead of ordering coffee, I ordered a piece of cake and a juice. “Miss, can I get a piece of that cake over there,” I pointed to a cake in the corner under a glass dome, “and can I get some juice?”
“Sure.” was her sweet reply; the same response every time. I had come to this café many times before and every time the young lady seemed to avoid me and never said more than that one word. The times I had tried to make conversation with her, she wouldn’t say anything. She would just stare into my eyes with a horrible look in her eyes. I was usually the only man there, so I thought she might be afraid of me. That day the only other person there was an elderly woman in the corner reading the paper and that reminded me, I should have brought a book to read, while I waited. I’m always waiting.
I had come to meet someone but she seemed to have decided against coming. I would have left much earlier but I really didn’t want to miss her, even if she were late. The person had promised me an answer and I really wanted to hear it.
Three months ago, I had an abrupt feeling that I was going to die soon. This feeling gave me a revelation; if I could find out exactly what moment I was going to die than my life would be enhanced to it's fullest but for that my death had to be soon. So I searched for someone to tell me when I would die. I didn’t find anyone, so I stopped my search and later forgot about the whole idea. That is until yesterday, when I received a strange call from a woman claiming to have the answer. The conversation went like this:
I answered the phone. “Hello, Peter here!”
A woman replied in an obviously deepened voice, “Hello, um…I have some…I know something about you that I think you are looking to know as well.”
“Yes?” I questioned.
“I think you know what I’m talking about. If you meet me at the café on Lime Street at 8 AM tomorrow morning, we can talk.”
“Alright, but how did you -“, I was cut off by the repetitive beep of a dead phone. I quickly rushed to my desk to write down the time and place. I wondered how she knew.
Sitting at the bar I decided that after eating my piece of cake and drinking my juice that I was going to leave. It wasn’t worth spending a whole day sitting in a café, especially when the person was late.
The young lady brought me my cake and juice, along with a fork, and sat it all down on a red napkin. I took a bite of the cake; a good way to pass the time away. Getting some icing on my mustache, I picked up the napkin to remove it. As I did, I noticed that there was writing on the napkin. It said:
I hope knowing does what you think it will.
Five minutes; that’s your answer.
Use your time wisely.
I sat astonished, my mouth wide open. Five minutes! I screamed inside. That’s it! But...but... I just sat there in shock. When I awoke, I had only four minutes left, though I didn’t know it. If it was going to happen, why try to stop it. I would live my last minutes to the fullest. That was of course what I was hoping to do. I wonder what it will be like. I thought.
I called to the young lady, “Miss, could you come here?” I knew she had written the note and that she had been the one that had called me. She walked very slowly towards me. “Please, come quicker. Time is now something very real for me.” I said. She quickly walked right over to me. She stared into my eyes with fear and sorrow. I tried to comfort that look by saying, “It’s ok, I don’t blame you. I thank you.” She started to cry. I stood up and gave her a hug over the counter, and she embraced me back much tighter than I had her.
She looked up at me and said through tears, “You don’t understand.”
An impulse that only comes to a man living life to the fullest overwhelmed me. I looked into those eyes and had to do something. I kissed her. A kiss with the passion of someone trapped in a cage of knowledge. I stood back from her and sat down. She turned and ran into the back room, crying. I took another bite of my piece of cake. It tasted so wonderful. It was as if the cake wanted to taste better for me.
I finished the cake and drank a couple mouthfuls of my juice. It’s citric flavor filling my mind. I put on my coat and plopped on my hat. I walked towards the door, savoring the beauty of moving my feet. I stopped and placed my hand on the door handle. Slowly opening the door, I stepped outside, the cool breeze blowing in my face. Before I left, the young lady called out to me, “Peter!”
As I turned around she said, “You really don’t understand.” A gunshot rang out and the last thoughts running through my mind were, I wonder how the old woman reacted.
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"Very well written in the beginning and end, but I felt the writing was a bit flat in the middle, especially from the phone call to where the woman had tears in her eyes. Parts of it captivated me and I felt I was able to relate. I must be honest though ,the meaning or twist of the story was lost on me. Perhaps it could have been beefed up a little to explain the ending better - even if your intention was to leave it open for interpretation. Otherwise quite thought provoking at times" -- Kasey.
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