A quote, a letter to Steve's father, and a quick cute exchange. This is part 9 of an as of now untitled project featuring someone named Steve.
Limited Series about a Character Named Steve:
As of Now Untitled Project (episode 9)
“Who? Steve? I didn’t really know him. Maybe a few times I ran into him in some forced high school function. Buy hey, I mean that’s what high school was. Forced bullshit. So yeah, I know who he is. Or really, I knew who he was back then. You know, on a very casual, uninterested level. So I know him. So what? You want me to say… what exactly? What I remember about him?
“Well I’ll tell you what, it’s ain’t much. He was quiet little goth kid or emo or whatever. The type of people who secretly loves it when no one understands them. He had some friends, other weirdos. Pretty sure they were all high out of their minds half the time. Not much else to say, dude.
“What? His writing? I mean… we all found out he was a writer after he disappeared. So sure, I am aware he wrote shit. But frankly, I don’t read too much shit.”
-Anonymous
April 6, 1993
Hey Dad,
After Sunday I wanted to show you what I’ve been kicking around regarding the ending of my third novel. Possible ideas for chapter seven of “as of now untitled project.”
- Characters fail. World ends.
2. Characters inevitably have no impact on global circumstances, revealing the previous 6 chapters to be nothing but an elaborate hoax concocted out of pure spite and cruelty from a currently undeveloped villain character.
3. Characters debate over the philosophical and moral issues embedded in their predicament,
allowing me to procrastinate the book’s ending until the next chapter.
4. Characters succeed in terms of personal development, but the worldwide dilemma remains unsolved.
5. Characters succeed on all levels. The entire world is saved, the threat diminished, and everyone is unburdened of their strife.
Let me know what you think. I feel really good about this one.
Love,
Steve
“Hello Laura.”
“Hey babe, what’s up?”
“Nothing. You doing anything tonight?”
He could hear her smile through the telephone. “Not that I can think of.”
To be continued...
© USA 2009, 2025
This was the eigth part of a cross-genre short story composed in 2009 at the College of Santa Fe.
