I’m going to take a page out of Cardiogirl’s book – er… an entry out of Cardiogirl’s blog – and reprint something from Way-Back-When. In her case, Cardiogirl posts excerpts from her diary, written when she was a teen.
Me, I’m gonna post fiction; a short story in three parts, originally published in my high school newspaper in 1983.
I was 17.
My Journalism class that year, was tapped to publish the school newspaper (The Husky Print) for the first quarter.
My teacher, whose name shamefully escapes me at the moment, told me I was to write a story. She was a big supporter of my dream to become a published author of fiction some day in the distant future.
My first deadline! I had no idea what to write.
I went home and told my mother, also a staunch supporter of my dream, the news, and asked for a suggestion.
“Write about a man who wants to live forever,” she said.
And so I did.
The Editor-in-Chief decided that the story was too long for a single issue, and suggested cutting it into three parts.
“What do I do for the rest of the term?” I asked the teacher.
She told me to bring a book to class until exam week. I very much enjoyed that semester, as I recall.
Anyway, here’s part one of the story – nearly 28 years old, now. All I’ve got to say to that is, “Holy shit.”