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Short Fiction To Live Forever

To Live Forever – Part 3

…the final segment of a story written for my high school newspaper in 1983. By rights, I should wait to post this ’til Christmas, considering the theme, but I’m sure y’all would rather see a photo of me at Christmas with a wreath, or a herd of reindeer on my head.

In case you missed it… To Live Forever: Part 1
In case you missed it… To Live Forever: Part 2

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huskyprint-Dec1983It was Christmas Eve.

The nurses hung the long banner high up on the wall. It read “Merry Christmas”. The year was 1983.

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Short Fiction To Live Forever

To Live Forever – Part 2

… the continuation of a short story in three parts, originally published in my high school newspaper, The Husky Print, in 1983.

In case you missed it… To Live Forever: Part One

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huskyprint-Nov1983For the first time in his twenty-one years, death had touched Cecil Walters’ life. He didn’t know how to take it; he was frightened, but he didn’t know why. Everyone who knew him noticed the change. He didn’t wave on the street and he didn’t smile. All Cecil could do was think about Gerry and the way he had died.

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Short Fiction To Live Forever

To Live Forever – Part 1

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.”