Story time! *cross posted from Swamp*

[Mike Windu]

Targeting the people that don't visit the Swamp at all.

 

So, I know there's a forum dedicated to creative writing, but that's usually fanfics and stuff. Plus, this is relatively short.

 

Short story, from a prompt about creating an "absent character." Comments/critique would be lovely. But reading would be more lovely. haha. ps yes I'm aware the story is a bit depressing.

 

 

 

"To Whom It May Concern"

 

 

 

05/04/

 

 

Dear Sarah,

 

How are you? We haven’t spoken in a while. I hope you are well. And I don’t mean that as some sort of formal greeting. I really hope you are well. I’m sorry for what happened between us. This wasn’t how it was supposed to end. Hell, it wasn’t how it was supposed to begin, either. But I have faith that God will put things right. As for me, I’m beginning to adjust, I guess. There’s times of day when I think I might be going mad, but I suppose it is the repetitiveness of what I have to do inside this place. I’ll keep writing to you, I promise. They don’t give me much time to write, but I’ll try to send one off as often as I can. In the meantime though, here’s our favorite song to keep you company.

 

 

“I am thinking it’s a sign,

that the freckles in our eyes are mirror images,

and when we kiss they’re perfectly aligned..”

 

Your Love Always,

 

 

 

07/21

 

Dear Sarah,

 

As always I hope you’re well and enjoying yourself. As for me, I’m just strutting along.. This place isn’t so bad once you get used to it. I still have some sort of freedom, in the perverted sense of the world. Hell, it might even be a bit comforting once you get past the stigma. I mean, I found the library the other day. They let you check out as many books as you want. There’s other stuff here, too. It’s like a training facility or something. Weight rooms, performance rooms, etc. At any rate, I picked up some Shakespeare like you always wanted me to. This guy named Tim showed me where it was. He’s a pretty decent kid. Strawberry blonde, like you; even has your eyes. He’s about the only friend I’ve made while here. I know I’m not prone to making friendships, so there’s that. Anyway, I got a copy of Hamlet. It’s falling apart: the binding’s blown to hell and the damn pages keep flying out like they’re little yellow parrots trying to escape me. At any rate, I’ll let you know what I think of the thing. Write back soon.

 

“And I have to speculate that God himself

Did make us into corresponding shapes like

Puzzle pieces from the clay…”

 

Your Love Always,

 

 

 

1/4

Dear Sarah,

 

Tick Tock. Tick Tock. Tick Tock Clock. Haha, I thought that’d amuse you. Happy New Year. I wonder what you’re doing right now. It’s funny, how little time has passed. Feels like forever. I’ve forgotten when I got in or even when I’ll get out. I wish I could hear your voice again. I kept forgetting to tell you earlier on, but the reason I can write to you is because of Tim. You remember, the blonde guy that gave me Hamlet? I swear he looks a hell of a lot like you. I even took out that old photo from Venice and compared you two. His face is a bit more plump, you’ll be happy to know. Anyway, he gave me a gorgeous little teal fountain pen. Writes like a charm. I’ll fill you in more about him later. Happy New Year again, and keep in touch.

 

“True, it may seem like a stretch, but

Its thoughts like this that catch my troubled

Head when you're away when I am missing you to death…”

 

 

Your Love Always,

 

 

 

 

9?/?

 

Dear Sarah,

 

I never knew how much I’d miss everything. I never really got to experience it until now, I guess. Remember when everyone shipped off for college or whatever to start their new lives? I stayed. Something Tim and I have in common with you, I guess. We have no ambition. To be honest, I don’t know why you love me. I know it’s been hard for both of us, but I see it as God testing our dedication. I know we’ll come through. At any rate, I have to cut this short for now. Oh, I forgot, I haven’t started Hamlet yet, but I swear I’ll tell you what I thought of it when I get done. In the meantime, here’s our favorite song again. I listened to it again for the first time in years cause of a certain someone. I swear, I’m not falling in love with the guy or anything. Take care.

 

“When you are out there on the road for

Several weeks of shows and when you scan

The radio, I hope this song will guide you home…”

 

 

Your Love Always,

 

 

 

Dear Sarah,

 

I miss you so much. The day-by-day-by-day monotony that seems to seep through the walls of this little patch of nothing is frustrating. However, the higher ups have deemed it right for me to be on some sort of meds. Hell if I know what they are, but at least they’re making it a little easier to be in here. I think I’m losing my mind, though. The ivory of it all, the off-white, just drives me mad. It’s nothing but off-white. Off-white, everything off-center and not right. Hah, I’m rambling, don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine. I hope you’re having fun out there. I hope this actually gets to you.

 

“They will see us waving from such great

Heights, 'come down now,' they'll say…”

 

 

Your Love Always,

 

 

 

Dear Sarah,

 

I don’t have much time to write tonight, but I’m getting worried about you. I haven’t heard from you in what seems like an eternity. I know you’re busy, but we used to talk so much. I’m sure everything’s fine and you’re just finding time to write, but write back soon. I don’t know what I’m going to do. Everything’s the same when you’re not here to keep me company with your words.

 

“But everything looks perfect from far away,

'come down now,' but we'll stay…”

 

 

Your Love Always,

 

 

 

Dear Sarah,

 

I don’t really know if I believe in you anymore. I mean, I suppose I do since I keep writing to you, but our conversations are increasingly one sided. I guess you trust me enough to make my own diversions, but I wish I could know what was going on outside. Let me know that you’re safe, at least. Maybe I’m just being paranoid. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Maybe it’s the meds. I can’t get my mind off of you. My mind is a terrible place to be…I don’t even know where I’m going with this anymore. I guess I just stopped caring. I don’t even know if it scares me that I say that. I know you’re out there waiting for me, you just have to be. I will come back to you as soon as this is over. It has to be over soon, I’ve been in here an eternity. Here’s hoping you write back soon.

 

“I tried my best to leave this all on your

Machine but the persistent beat it sounded

Thin upon listening

That frankly will not fly. you will hear

The shrillest highs and lowest lows with

The windows down when this is guiding you home.”

 

 

Your Love,

 

 

 

To Whom It May Concern:

 

I still don’t know if I’m losing my mind. I used to spend months thinking about how to get out of here. I thought about how to transcend this place and get back to you. I can’t, though. I guess I never could. My actions in this forsaken place don’t echo. There’s no echo. I could never figure out why until now. I figured it out though: There is no God. Or if there is, then he’s chosen to forget us. Who are we to forget though? Who am I to forget? To remember? I can’t even choose to be a loser, some f*ckup on the streets begging for a dime. I can’t choose to exist. I guess it was why I was holding on to you so tightly. It’s hard to understand how much of my life has been determined by you. I could never figure out why that was, either. Is it love? Or just the idea of existing. I think that you’ve become an idea to me. So for that, I’m sorry. I’m just lost in this finality.

 

“Everything looks perfect from far away..”

 

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“Hah. Another nut’s cracked. Room 201. Let’s go. Cleaning duty again.

“201’s usually calm. What the hell happened?”

“Stabbed himself with his pen. Spilled about a gallon of blood all over the letter he was writing, the stupid git. He requested that he could keep a pen in his room and Tim didn‘t see anything wrong with it. God D*mned prat. Here‘s the room.”

“Yeah, Tim was the only one that gave a damn about that kid. I’ve seen them talk, it was almost like they were friends.

“Hah, yeah, great friends. So great Tim left last year. Who’re those letters to? Kid’s been in this hole most his life.”

“Check the records. Looks like some girl named Sarah.”

“All right, give me a second.”

“This kid’s a f***ing idiot. He had everything he wanted. Hell, he was better off than anyone in here. Tim never visited any of the others this often. Much less talk to them. Tim even brought music sometimes. I’ve been in this dump five years and nobody’s brought me s*** to listen to, or my own pen to write with. You find the girl yet? What do we do with the letters?”

“Trash ‘em. There is no Sarah.”

[JediKnight707]

Yeesh, you were right a little depressing But, overall, a good story, though I felt like I knew what was happening.

 

BTW, I love the song Such Great Heights too

[Sabretooth]

I'm probably breaking topic here, but I just thought I'd enlighten you folks on the creativity I had in my day. Here is an actual "story" I've shared on the forum. I'll dig up more of my marvels someday, perhaps.

 

The Battle between Darth Sheepskull and Jedi master Sockman

 

After the last adventure, Sockman jumped out of the stairs and used his sockmobile to get to the Jedi Council. Master Hullabaloo instructed him to find the whereabouts of a sinister Sith who was terrifying the galaxy!!!!!!!(and another)!

 

After 13 hours, 50 minutes, 1 second, and other timings I cannot measure, Sockman was blazing towards Undoo to Undo the act of the Sith. He found out that the Sith, using a powerfull, dangerous, mind-blowing pencil was scheming a deadly plan. He had already turned the senator of Undoo, Rashmé Ruditaba into a werewolve who loved kittens!!!!!?

 

"Sheepskull!! I should have known!"

"Of course you should have known! It's in the script!"

"We shall battle!"

"Battle, we shall. Me>You!!!"

"Stop! I can't understand the letter >"

"Then die, you anti-farmer!"

 

And so the battle of earbudsabers began, however before anyone could attack, both fell down into a pit of lava. They were pushed by the duo of Pan Molo and Pewfaka. They congratulated each other and jumped into the fake lava pit used for movie purposes.

 

THE END

 

Stay tuned for the next dazzling adventure of Sockman!!!!.?@#$^&*

[Jae Onasi]

For those interested, there's an awesome place to put stories that aren't related to Star Wars called The Outer Rim Territories located as a sub-forum inside Coruscant Entertainment Centre. Lots of good stuff there--feel free to add your stories in threads in those forums, too.

[Mike Windu]

Yeah but... that place is dead.

 

So's this thread apparently.