Have you ever started a movie or book and for some reason or another you couldn't finish it? That sick feeling of not knowing what happened? The possibilities are endless and it could end in any way. Well, that is what The Last Rain is to me the beginning of a story that never got finished. It's one of a few that I have attempted in first person, something that is totally NOT my writing style.
I know what your thinking…you wonder if my story’s worth reading, you don’t know me and I can’t see you. But my story’s not one you’ve heard before… it starts off as calm as a wading brook but then the storm strikes and the water becomes consuming much like it does to a drowning man. Filling his lungs, waiting for him to take that first breath knowing it will kill him…Here is my story.
CHAPTER ONE
The summer heat in South Alabama is like the steam that swells out of a pot of Wally’s spicy gumbo, and it’s shoot near sweltering. I rubbed my upper lip as I surveyed the lazy Main Street of Jessup. Today was no different than any other
I needed to be focusing on the article I was writing for the Jessup Times. It was an article over view of the county dance last Friday night at the park. But every time I thought about it I turned the shade of a ripe tomato, It was plum embarrassing. But we’ll talk about that L-A-T-E-R. Mrs. Ferguson and her committee planned the event to boost morale since the 155th was leaving in two weeks. I’m going to miss those boys, I grew up with most of them. Jason Fulton, Greg Rawls, and Chevy Mason all graduated with me. They’re like my brothers, well to be honest they are. We are all really close especially after Mandy Goff got hit and killed by the train, we were on the yearbook staff together in highschool. I still don’t think Jason will ever be the same…He loved her, he was too shy to ask her out, but we all knew. He’s never dated anybody since…
Greg is your all-American second-base man and can hit a ball outta the park but don’t tell him I told you that. Why his head would be so big he wouldn’t fit in his store, Rawls Hardware and Supply, where a cup of ‘ole Mack’s black coffee is free and your guaranteed a good tread, maybe two. Chevy Mason was born in a 1956 bright red Chevrolet, no kidding his mama went into labor and had him right there in the cab. I guess that’s why he’s such a good mechanic........
The Last Rain...
By Jordan
I know what your thinking…you wonder if my story’s worth reading, you don’t know me and I can’t see you. But my story’s not one you’ve heard before… it starts off as calm as a wading brook but then the storm strikes and the water becomes consuming much like it does to a drowning man. Filling his lungs, waiting for him to take that first breath knowing it will kill him…Here is my story.
CHAPTER ONE
The summer heat in South Alabama is like the steam that swells out of a pot of Wally’s spicy gumbo, and it’s shoot near sweltering. I rubbed my upper lip as I surveyed the lazy Main Street of Jessup. Today was no different than any other
I needed to be focusing on the article I was writing for the Jessup Times. It was an article over view of the county dance last Friday night at the park. But every time I thought about it I turned the shade of a ripe tomato, It was plum embarrassing. But we’ll talk about that L-A-T-E-R. Mrs. Ferguson and her committee planned the event to boost morale since the 155th was leaving in two weeks. I’m going to miss those boys, I grew up with most of them. Jason Fulton, Greg Rawls, and Chevy Mason all graduated with me. They’re like my brothers, well to be honest they are. We are all really close especially after Mandy Goff got hit and killed by the train, we were on the yearbook staff together in highschool. I still don’t think Jason will ever be the same…He loved her, he was too shy to ask her out, but we all knew. He’s never dated anybody since…
Greg is your all-American second-base man and can hit a ball outta the park but don’t tell him I told you that. Why his head would be so big he wouldn’t fit in his store, Rawls Hardware and Supply, where a cup of ‘ole Mack’s black coffee is free and your guaranteed a good tread, maybe two. Chevy Mason was born in a 1956 bright red Chevrolet, no kidding his mama went into labor and had him right there in the cab. I guess that’s why he’s such a good mechanic........
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I know it's sad and pitiful. It was written over two years ago. LOL Definitely the shortest thing I've ever written.
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I had no idea you had a blog!! :) I like this and I think you should finish it. ;)
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