I meant to post this much earlier, but as often happens, life and school got in the way. Each summer, I try to set aside a significant chunk of time to write–not for school, not even for Creative Writing, but just because I love to write. And because someday when I finally grow up, I wouldn’t mind being a professional science-fiction writer.
This short story, Twelve, represents the bulk of the writing I did this summer. It is my first attempt at a story that is not specifically targeted to the young adult market, although some young adults might find it of interest.
It is a story about loneliness–eternal loneliness–as well as the insatiable longing for ignorance and innocence in the wake of tragedy. Thanks to those who have already read and offered their critique. Comments are, as always, welcome.
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