Following is the longest piece of fiction that I have completed. It's not necessarily good, mind you. I did write it when I was younger and even more naïve than I am now (if you can believe that).
It is about a young man struggling for and against a relationship with someone whom he really truly loves. Or does he?
I'm posting it here mainly because of the first sentence up there, and because at some point in my life I was really hell bent on being a writer. So this is a sort of homage to that younger self. 'See, you did get published, after all.'
Be forewarned, if you're a family member or another of that ilk, it is rated PG13. I hope you don't hold that against me. Ha ha.