what will I do?
― Erin Fall Haskell
Em Preston is my best friend, although we didn’t start off that way.
We began seeing each other in university and everything was going great until one night that ended our romance.
That date marked the clear dividing line in our relationship.
What happened was simple, but unexplained.
Em confessed she loved me and I froze. I don’t know why I did, or why I couldn’t recover, but after that night, I stopped asking her out.
Strangely enough, we continued talking to each other in class and eventually just ended up as ‘best buds’.
But that night and our disastrous date were never mentioned again.
Fast forward a year and Em and I are still together, yet living apart.
Neither of us dates anyone else, although occasionally Em will bug me about asking someone out.
“You need to fall in love, Evan.”
I immediately go on the defensive.
“Yeah, well isn’t that the pot calling the kettle black—what about you? You’re not seeing anyone either.”
Em puts on that haughty look she uses to dismiss my best arguments.
“Really Evan, I’m a woman and able to handle my needs—I don’t need someone to fulfill me.”
“Oh, and I suppose I do?” I retort hotly.
She arches an eyebrow as if to say, do you doubt me?
“I know you Evan Logan—and you are definitely not fulfilled.”
“So what do you suggest? Oh wait—I’ve got it. Let’s go on eBay and see what’s available.”
“Yeah, well that’s one thing you won’t find by on-line shopping—kind of like this loft I got you, when you were wasting your money on a dismal flat and renting commercial space for your artist’s studio.”
She’s right. Em has great taste in architecture—just poor taste in men.
I try a different tack.
“Well, if you’re so good at knowing my tastes and anticipating my needs, maybe you should pick out a chick for me.”
“A chick?” Her voice goes up. “What decade are you living in Evan? Are you still reading Mickey Spillane?”
“Hey, Mike Hammer wasn’t all bad,” I grin.
She throws up her hands in despair. “Oh, you’re impossible.”
I get up from the couch and make tea. Fussing with the rituals of tea brewing calms us both down and distracts me from feeling I’m under a microscope.
By now, Em’s calmed down a bit and she looks cool and frosty like a fresh snowfall.
She's curled up with a pillow on her lap, and legs tucked under her on the couch. In her tight jeans and white peasant blouse she looks sensational, but I try not to focus on that.
“Look,” she says reasonably, “you like my taste in art and architecture, so why don’t you let me pick a girl for you?”
“What—just like that? How do you intend to go about doing this—are you planning on interviewing candidates?”
She smiles. “Not exactly—as a matter of fact, I’ve already spotted a girl who’d be perfect for you.”
“You have—where did you meet her?”
“At The Wunderbar Café.”
Great—just great! She’s got me just where she wants me—and I can’t weasel out.
She's usually so sensitive. Why can't she see I'm dying inside?
I don’t want to meet another girl. I just want Em.
What will I do?
Just an experience
I hope you like it
https://steemit.com/fiction/@mahmoudh/i-could-not-think
Dang, dude. You get these relationship pieces spot on.
thanks, cristof :)
I am constantly amazed at how thick your male characters can be...
Then again, they remind me of someone I am very close to... you might even say, someone who lives in my head... ;)
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funny, I have the same reaction ...lol
I really like your style, it's smooth and easy to read. This isn't my particularly favorite subject material, but it's still nice to read something written so well. I have noticed that you are able to produce content like this every day, and I am impressed. I am just beginning as a writer, and if you have a moment, I would like some wisdom. What did/do you study? What resources do you recommend I look into? And, of course, the answers to whatever questions I should be asking.
thanks, Jeffery. I will get back to you later today with some details - Good to meet you!
Awesome, I appreciate it.
Hi Jeffery,
I took a look at your steemit account and you're posting about writing rather than writing yourself. That's kind of like reading The Portrait of the Artist rather than being the artist. Are you trying to scope it all out before plunging in?
I was a curriculum dean and English department head and specialized entirely in English Literature at the University of Toronto. I was taught by McLuhan and Northop Frye in the same year. But that's not important. I always wrote and spent years and years writing anonymously or for a few friends. In short, I honed my craft.
I have no idea what type of material you write or what genre attracts you. I can point you to @cristof, @screenwriterml and fiction-trail for beginners.
In answer to the questions you should be asking, they have answers. I just write.
With reference to your posts, they're good - an almost academic style - but will that paint you into a niche on steemit? That question you have to ask yourself.
Good luck on your journey :)
That is true, I do write more about writing than doing original stories. Some of my posts include work I am doing to make stories. So, it's a mix of what I am studying and what I am writing. Basically a documentation of my personal skill development. I just started writing when I started this blog, so it has been a short career so far. As I develop stories I plan to show the process that I am going through to make them, I think that will be interesting, but it may be very niche oriented. Maybe I can do both. If I make stories in analytical posts I can also try to promote just the stories themselves separately. I appreciate your time.
Damn. What an interesting style of writing. Keep up the good work man. Followed
Oh and could you be kind and upvote 😉
Thankx
Looking forward to the next part, cheers
Thank you, @amoneybags!
I like your stories :) Keep it up!
thank you, @elemeya