What follows is a story I originally wrote for a Creative Writing course my Freshman year in college. I had to retool the ending several times because I could not decide what should happen with the main character. This paper recieved an “A” and really was my impetus to becoming a writer. I hope you enjoy..
Craig sat on the edge of the motel room bed, contemplating life, with a beer bottle in one hand and a joint in the other. After all this very motel room is where his troubles began. Staring at the yellowish walls he thought that maybe he should burn it all down, as sort of an absolution, a purification of sorts. No, that wouldn’t work, it couldn’t work, after all his problems weren’t symbolic, they were very real and very devastating.