The Beginning is The End
Pt 1.
About a man’s life who can’t his life back together, will he make it through? What type of weird things will he encounter? Be a spy? Watch his girl die? Have flashbacks? The new adventure, mystery, action short story series I have been working on called “The Beginning is The End” if you want me to continue it, keep commenting and giving me feedback. Thank you.
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I didn’t know where I was running to, all I knew is that I wanted to get out. I was running from things that couldn’t be forgotten. The look on her face, just sitting there in the rain. The look on her pale, colorless face, her eyes wide open. I couldn’t run away from this nightmare…
Before I continue, let me tell you who I am. My name is Jeremy Jones. I’m twenty-one years old, around five foot nine, and have some muscle. I’m Caucasian, and grew up in the West, up in Washington.
I ran back to my house, not knowing what I was thinking. I turned the TV. The news came on. At the bottom it said “BREAKING NEWS: THIS JUST IN!” I watched the news as it explained what had happened just thirty-four hours ago. I put my head down on my knees, and cried. Tears came flowing out of my eyes, as if someone turned the faucet on in my head. I had to get my life straightened up. But how?
I decided I had to get her out of my head, I had to get out of the town, and away from this. But then that would be running, and I can’t run. Tomorrow was work, and I couldn’t miss another day or else I would get fired.
“This is so amazing! How did you do it?”
“I have my ways baby, now let’s get going.”
I woke up in a jolt. I was in puddle of sweat, and I heard my alarm go off. It was work. I hopped in the shower, and went to the worst job in the world, working at a retirement home. I walked outside, as the big star beamed down in the cerulean colored sky. I was hoping it would be a pretty good day, but I was wrong.
I made it to work, and when I went inside, everyone stared at me. The most rude person at work, Bill, walked up to me.
“How’s Jill?” I soon became furious, my head storming with every type of emotion possible. I yelled, tackled him to the ground and started throwing as many punches as I could. People pulled me off finally. My boss called me in, and that was the end of my job…
TO BE CONTINUED….
The next one will be about him moving, starting a new life. And he will soon find himself in the military. What happens next?