A Hope and Dreams

The first time I mentioned to my friends that my life had changed in a drastic way, they seemed to pity me. They swarmed around me, offering support at every turn for the next minutes before I eventually asked them to stop. I don’t think they understood that I told them because I was tired of keeping it a secret more than I needed them to know. I didn’t need anything they could offer me, except the ability to no longer be hiding a secret I didn’t find worthwhile. -- I eventually told them, after a long night of what passes for gossip amongst young children, who I had a crush on. I made it seem as though I didn’t want to tell them, as though they had convinced me to do something I wouldn’t have otherwise. But I had wanted to tell them, and by letting them think that my secret was something I truly wished to hide, I felt as though I had gained a secret of my own. I don’t think I was the only one who felt this way by the end of the night. -- Whenever I’m sitting amongst a gro...

A Memory of Heroes is a choose your own adventure story that I wrote last year. I have been spending the past few weeks copying it into Twine, a program that can be used to create choose your own adventure games. Here is a link to a document that contains the HTML code of the story. To access the story, you must download this code and open it in a browser. Hope you enjoy! -JS

We never really realized what we had set out to do until we did it. Usually it was only a quick favor, turning the shoulder so we didn’t see what the others were up to ( Do you need to lean on me, you don’t look so good, are you able to stand? ). None of us set out to be heros, in fact we didn’t even realize that we were fighting until we found ourselves stumbling home, telling our roommates that It was just another flight of stairs and Yes, I really am that clumsy ( I really just bumped my head guys, nothing to worry about, we’ve all done it ). Nothing we were doing was dangerous, until the days that we woke up (came back to consciousness, head spinning I’m seeing three of everything ) unable to stand. We never realized we were changing. We never had ( I’m really not feeling so well, I think that might’ve done more damage than we thought. You got some advil waiting back at base? ). We never realized we had crossed a line, because if we had realized we wouldn’t have done it. Or m...