Testing Fate

I hope you all enjoyed the holidays! My life has been crazy recently, so I’ve had to put the blog on hold for a little while. I’m in the process of moving into my first apartment with my girlfriend and it’s been quite the experience. We found a great place in Astoria that looks exactly like the apartment I was born in. It feels like I’m coming home, which I love.

So yeah, as we get the lease in order, we’re going to have to buy furniture and all sorts of stuff we’re not aware of yet. We’re both very busy. My mind’s been on overdrive lately, and any breaks I have I spend my time just focusing on relaxing. As always, I’ll try and get some posts up whenever I can.

To ease back into things, I’m going to start with some short fiction. This is inspired by one of the apartments we looked at and ultimately passed up on. I’ve been doing a ton of poetry lately, which is great because I haven’t been able to sit and write longer stories recently, but I want to get back to my roots. Hopefully, I’ll start writing longer stuff when the creativity starts coming back.

Testing Fate

There’s an abandoned house on a tight block in the middle of Queens that people pass by every single day — perfect for committing murder or being murdered yourself. The house is actually behind a much nicer looking building, and it’s surrounded by parking lots on two sides. The entrance to the property is down a dark alley that looks more like a driveway. It’s a perfect hiding place for that murderer (either you or someone else) we were talking about.

So naturally, you go and take a look, knowingly how cliche the mistake you’re about to make is. Maybe you’re testing fate even though you know it could have serious, and permanent, consequences? You ask yourself why, and you tell yourself you’ll come back to it if you make it out alive. But the thought’s there. With every step you take, knowing you can turn around at any point and not worry.

You get closer and closer to the door, and again, just like the movies, you regret your decision and try to back away; however, you’re steps away from the door — perhaps the last steps you’ll ever take? What a horrible way to go: doing something you know will get you killed if it goes wrong. No one will feel sorry for you. They’ll all think, “You should’ve known.” And little did they know that you knew! You knew all along. Something in your head compels you to keep moving forward. Perhaps you should’ve explored why, at the very least, you’re willing to die for such an insignificant cause.

Now you’re backing away. It looks like it’s so much darker out now than it was two minutes ago. You can only focus on what’s in front of you, and you wonder if that’s a part of the plan, why you’re still alive. It’s just a matter of when now. The second it clicks you could run, the front door cracks open. Light from the living room leaches onto the front porch, illuminating these swan planters that look way too real for comfort, and his voice echoes through the alley telling you to stop.


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  1. Love: ‘And little did they know that you knew! ‘

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