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Life is Fiction
Cigarette #1
“What’s the goal here?” Dylan directed at nothing, taking a drag of his
“Yeah, I don’t even know why I said that.” He said, realizing that I was writing
about him.
consisted of: Jon, Brandon, Jon, Trevor, and Dylan. It was a slow day, but the
The ink was flowing quickly from my pen, though I had no idea what
or maybe this story just serves as a snapshot. An open door, where the
“Nah, he’s gonna have a crotch satchel.” I’m not really sure why I took
“Okay, lion. I’ll come back and sit on you later.” Brandon directed this
subconscious quickly slapped me. These are things of worth. These people
“Well done, Rocky,” echoed my late fathers voice. Aww, I made this
story sad.
Cigarette #2
back. Fun fact: I used to smoke, now I try not to. Operative word
being try.
friend Justin. We parked literally three houses down from the party.
“Look, you can have whatever you want, just don’t-” a fist
slammed itself into my right cheek. Before I knew it, I was on the
couldn’t help but contemplate why they would want to hit me.
that I’m the same as them. I’m a human, I’m struggling, and god
Cigarette #3
your doctor regularly? Well, you should. Who knows when you could
Anyway, back to the boy, me. He is 5’6” with dyed black hair.
“Do you know the answer to the question? The teacher directs
at the boy, me. If I remembered the question, I would tell you. But I
The boy stood up, and tears began to stream from his eyes. He
didn’t know why, but now I do. All of this imagery: dead fathers,
The boy didn’t realize that, but now I do. My life is fiction, it was
solace in my writing. The narrative may be fact, but it’s all good
Cigarette #4
Present day, there is a girl. Let’s call her Cindy. Cindy is a stupid
enough name. Cindy and I went to coffee. We talked about life, and I was
immediately charmed by her personality. I’m certain that we both left feeling
pretty good about the encounter. Now comes the conundrum. She won’t text
me back, she wont return my calls. Why? We had a good time. We got along.
Weeks later, I receive a text message from Cindy. “I’m sorry, but I’m
just not looking for anything.” My stomach wrenches itself. I’m once again
If life is fiction then the main character has to make a movement. The
nonsense. But I’m not a static character, I’m dynamic. I’ll answer my “Why?”
right now. Why? Cindy’s just a girl. These happenings are just some rising
action moving towards a climax, and eventually a resolution. I’m not going to
blame Cindy for moving my plot forward. She only strengthens my character
Disappointments are inevitable. They’re just plot points that keep you
reading.
Cigarette #5
Not smoked by me. I’m done smoking for the day. Hopefully forever. I like to
tell myself that. As we stood up from the table, Trevor handed his cigarette to
Brandon. She took a drag. “That’s the first time I’ve ever done that.” She said.
Brandon just took a drag without even thinking about it. She didn’t stop to
Back to this being a symbol. The nonchalant risk taking attitude that
Brandon holds relates thematically back to my life. I don’t think, I just do. When I
I’ve lost myself to vices before. What brought me back to reality was
the past, and daily struggle. It also has recurring characters: my friends, enemies,
my decisions later. I’m done trying to keep myself safe. Life is short, and I’m
This is fiction, and you can’t disprove it. There is a plot line, symbols, and
characters. My character grows, and even sometimes reverts to his old ways. This