Saturday, May 29, 2010

Fame: Short, Short, Short Friday Fiction

"Fame is an elusive monster. It devours the live's of most of it's adversaries, filling the shell of its opponent with regrets. Very few ever conquer the beast. If you are here, it is because you have donned your armor and are ready for the journey. To that end: congratulations. You are more courageous than most. But make no mistake..." He paused, hovering above me, his hand on the wooden surface of my desk and his watery blue eyes trained on mine, "none of you are likely to make it." He dropped a copy of the syllabus on my desk casually, as if he hadn't erased the dreams from the minds of half the students in the class. My hands shook as I lifted the paper from my desk and fell in line with the other students retreating to the safety of their next class.

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  1. This reminds me of something....something in the far back reaches of my mind. Something from my childhood.

  2. I can see it happening. Not so good to know that something similar may have happened to someone I know.