I’ve written over 10 short stories, over 30 articles for the Richland Chronicle and I just finished writing my first novel titled “Selah”. I also dip my toes into poetry from time to time. Thanks for reading (:
Posted: September 12, 2013 in Uncategorized
I chose to mostly write about this single moment in Samuel’s life because everything before this moment means nothing. It’s the kind of moment that would silence a crowded room. The kind of moment that will make everyone curiously gaze at each other with nothing but guilt in their eyes; waiting for the first person to speak. The moment that changed his life.
I’ve never been much of a writer, but a moment like this can’t go unpublished. I promised myself that if an author wasn’t willing to do it, then I’d do it myself.
I’ve always been the person who was in the back of Samuel’s mind and the same person who Samuel did everything with, when he needed me, that is. Every outing, every beer-league softball game. I’m the person he would turn to if things were bad, but at the same time, he wouldn’t even acknowledge my existence when things were good. I was loved when needed and tossed out when he’d use me up. But I have to give it to him, I did try to kill him. I won’t take all the credit, though; he also tried to kill me.
Samuel hadn’t eaten well for weeks nor has he wanted to. He’s been going to sleep later and later which meant Samuel and I were getting closer and closer. The problem with introverts is they can never express their feelings and the problem with extroverts is they can never express their feelings properly. When it comes down to it, we all tend to just hold it in. Depending on Samuel’s situation, he could be both an introvert and an extrovert which got him into a lot of trouble in this particular moment.
Samuel did a lot in his life leading up to this moment. He’s well educated and has cheated death a number of times. Samuel is an adrenaline junkie so it’s nothing new when he puts himself in a life threatening situation. You may think it’s crazy to say nothing else mattered before this moment when I’m talking about a man who has cheated death and saved lives, but it will make sense to you in just a moment.
No matter what happened, Samuel was always depressed and he knew me very well. Two years ago Samuel was driving down the highway listening to his favorite song, enjoying the cool breeze of the California air as it coursed throughout his long dark brown hair. All of his windows were rolled down and his right hand rested on his steering wheel while his left hand swam in the wind. A simple flow that nobody thinks about but can rest the soul. The red convertible in front of him spun out and smashed into an 18-wheeler, sending the red convertible through a galaxy of twists and turns. The hit sent the car tumbling down a deep hill off of the side of the highway.
We’re traveling along I-635 in Garland, Texas. If you don’t know anything about I-635, lucky you. I’m sitting in the back seat as I set my hand on sticky gum forming its way in between my fingers. My two friends, Jack and Daniel, are up front. Jack’s driving his blue Honda Wave and Daniel is searching through different radio stations trying to find something good, which rarely happen. We have two cases of beer in the trunk, two grams of cocaine, half ounce of weed and three grams of molly. In the front seat, there are two beers and a half gram of coke that we’ve been snorting for the last half hour.
My name is Tim. Jack, Daniel and I are 25 years old but we still can’t legally drink. The legal drinking age in the states is 26. 10 years ago in 2015 the government passed a law where the drinking age is 26 unless a doctor says otherwise. They changed the law because that is the average age when your last bone fuses, making it safer for you to drink. But before you’re allowed to drink, you have to see a doctor and pass a “Legal Drinker” test. They test all of your bones, metabolism and liver to make sure you’re ready to drink; however, if you’re willing for fork out one thousand dollars, then you can get the license. The only pitfall is you have no chance of getting insurance. Some companies will allow you to get insurance but if anything alcohol related happens to you then you’re shit out of luck. That means if you drink a beer and then you have a heart attack from stuffing your fat face with French fries your whole life, you’re not covered.
Daniel finds the perfect song on the radio, War Pigs by Black Sabbath. He yells out of the window, “Fuck yeah.” We are all singing, “Generals gathered in their masses, just like witches at black masses. Evil minds that plot destruction, sorcerers of death’s construction. In the fields the bodies burning, as the war machine keeps turning. Death and hatred to mankind, poisoning their brainwashed minds. Oh lord yeah!”
Oh lord no. A couple of Garland’s finest are behind us. Their running Jack’s plates, I’m sure of it. Jack and Daniel turn the music down and adjust themselves in their seats. I feel sweat break out of my every pour. My lungs get thicker as my deep breathes take ahold of me.
Red, white and blue are flashing behind us. My muscles twist and turn with every flicker, flexing with the rhythm of flashing.
“Daniel, eat the coke.” I demand.
- The Moment that Changed His Life by Christian Tanner (weirdshortstoriesbychristian.wordpress.com)
- Two Cops by Christian Tanner (weirdshortstoriesbychristian.wordpress.com)