ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
I'm currently a College Student enrolled at Auburn University in Auburn, AL. I'm studying Political Science, but thinking of changing my major to English, or double majoring. I'm interested in computers, the outdoors and of course, writing. I read a lot instead of watching TV, because in truth there is nothing more of value to watch on TV anymore. [December 2003]
AUTHOR'S OTHER TITLES (22) A Conversation With God (Short Stories) Basically, its a short story with sort of a twisted view on the whole walking with god on the beach theme that you see around. I dunno, it was sort of one of those late night writes. Yeah, I'm an athe... [1,230 words] A Gunslinger's Death Is Always Best (Short Stories) The Sixth in the Sierra Madre Stories, finally typed up for your enjoyment. [3,668 words] [Crime] Chapter One: A Stiff Shot Of Southern Comfort (Novels) It's an idea I had for a novel, no title yet. No worries though, I'm sure I'll have something by chapter two. Enjoy! [1,314 words] [Literary Fiction] Fireworks At Christmas (Short Stories) This is the fifth story in the continuing series called the Sierra Madre Stories. [3,274 words] [Literary Fiction] Headboards And Tombstones (Short Stories) The fourth story in the Sierra Madre Series/Stories, this one is about the boyfriend mostly. Some backstory, some flashback. Hope everyone enjoys. [2,898 words] [Literary Fiction] How To Read This Diatribe (Essays) The very beginning letter from myself to you about a new series of essays, stories, and miscellaneous things I'm writing about. [317 words] [Mind] In The Beginning (Short Stories) The followup to "The Last Two Minutes of an Insane Man's Life", which takes the reader back to the beginning, retracing the steps to how he has a gun to his head. [1,225 words] [Literary Fiction] Last Two Minutes Of An Insane Man's Life (Short Stories) The story of a man who is insane and has his inner demons leave him after trying to commit suicide. It ends ironically, I guess. Note: Strong Language and some sexual content. Not safe for children's ... [914 words] [Literary Fiction] No Longer A Smoking America (Essays) I wrote this paper for my college english comp class, and decided it was worthy enough to publish. Maybe. Anyhow, take it with a grain of salt folks, and if you see something you think is wrong, pleas... [1,483 words] [Mind] Sail Away (Short Stories) An autobiographical story that ends with a point about the quest for the meaning of life, and what the meaning of life is to me, the author. [1,295 words] Six Of Hearts (Essays) First Post in my 52 series of essays on how I dislike social websites like thefacebook.com, and my adventures in online dating. [654 words] [Mind] Something About Good Decisions (Novels) Chapter two of something else I've been working on. Taking the last chapter's comments into view, I've decided to shift away from the whole "writer as a main character" theme to "who are those two guy... [2,322 words] Southern Roadtrips- Part One (Novels) The Prologue and First Two chapters of a novella I'm writing called "Southern Roadtrips". At least, that's what I'm calling it right now. Characters and Stories are based on fact, but I've taken creat... [3,315 words] [Travel] Southern Roadtrips-Chapter Four (Novels) This chapter, while describing a small portion of my time in Chattanooga, does better to describe my feelings about myself and my parent's divorce. [1,442 words] [Travel] The Death Of Smith And Jones In Sierra Madre (Short Stories) The next story in the "Sierra Madre Stories" series in which describes the death of Smith and Jones, two of the four who are responsible for the death of Mary. It also includes an interesting anecdote... [3,072 words] [Literary Fiction] The Family Of Four (Non-Fiction) For my friends at college. [1,014 words] The First Joker In The Deck (Essays) This is an essay about my personal philosophy, or lack thereof. [1,098 words] [Mind] The Four Of Clubs (Essays) Second part to the Four of Diamonds. It has been called "a bible." [2,726 words] [Mind] The Four Of Diamonds (Essays) A bit of a rant about my generation's debt, prescription drugs, healthcare, and George W. Bush. Just read, I swear it's interesting. [1,963 words] [Mind] The Man From Sierra Madre (Short Stories) The second in the "Sierra Madre Series" with more death and an interesting plot twist at the end. Or, at least I think it's interesting. [3,659 words] [Literary Fiction] The Massacre Of Sierra Madre (Short Stories) The beginning of a series I'm calling "The Sierra Madre Stories", this is the first one in a long list of stories. It involves everyone's favorite subjects: Drugs, death and money. [3,637 words] [Literary Fiction] Thinking About My Father (Short Stories) A Sort of Essay/Short Story about the relationship with my father. [979 words] [Literary Fiction]
Roundabout Love Kevin Myrick
I sit on the bricks at the poolside, smoking a
cigarette and wondering about how stupid I could be to
think that a girl like that would ever want to go out
with me. Wondering about the reasons why she couldn't
date me. I wondered how I could stand there and ask
her out without any thought or care in the world, and
have her shoot me down simply because I am not a
christian.
The hypocricy of this stunned me for a moment, and
then I sat down for a while in her room, waiting for
some further explanation, which she provides. I'm
still not satisfied to my full ability, and try to
explain to her why the way I was, hoping she would see
some incite and then change her mind. But to no avail,
I was further digging my hole deeper into the soft
earth that would be my proposal for a date. I am,
however, not too disgruntled. I remember that times
before I had counciled her on many occasion about her
beliefs, and why it was prudish to not date someone
for those reasons.
But, like most of my relationships this one would
have been doomed to fail for one reason or another. No
one could live up to my seemingly high standards of a
perfect relationship, which I hold because of events
in my childhood. I always felt cheated somehow by my
parents, and always in need of some sort of
relationship with someone else that would love me for
who I am, and not what I believe in. Alas though,
things have never changed for me, and thus I continue
on, the proverbial bachelor.
And so I sit now, on the bricks of the poolside,
correcting myself under my breath with obscenities and
scathing insults about my ablilty with women. And yet
I am still lonely and feeling unloved. But then,
without any trace of irony she stood behind me and
spoke.
"So, you're out here instead of in my room trying to
convince me otherwise of my feelings."
"You've made it perfectly obvious about how you feel,
so why should I try to be the one to sway you. You
have to make the decisions for yourself in life, not
other people."
"Yet, I do have feelings for you John. I do care
about you. I just don't know if it would be worth
trying to make a relationship work when my religion
doesn't coincide with your beliefs."
"Screw my beliefs. I told you I would never try to
sway you away from your religious beliefs just because
I feel one way and you don't. You know why I feel the
way I do. You know why I snapped. Hell, I just told
you a few moments ago." She stared back at me for my
use of the word 'hell', even though she knows that the
use of obscenities is just one of my many faults. Yet,
she still stood there in the cold of the winter night
while I finished the last puff of my cigarette and
exhaled into the air.
"So, you're out here because you want me to try to
convince you otherwise, is that it? Look Amy, I'm not
going to make both of us hypocrites just because you
think I should. If it isn't going to work out, then
why should we be bothered with the pretenses of dating
when you and I both know that things just are the way
they are. You feel one way about religion and life,
and I feel the other extreme way. And yet, you still
stand out here in that cute little sweatshirt of yours
making me feel godawful about this whole thing."
"But I don't care so much about the whole religion
thing. Maybe it took you walking away for me to
realize that. Maybe it took your advice, the whole
'fighting for what you believe in even if it hurts the
ones you love' thing. I don't know, and I don't care.
All I know is I want to kiss you, and damnit you're
making it hard for me to do that."
"Why's that?"
"Because you will probably taste like cigarettes, and
that would just ruin the whole thing."
"Fuck it then."
And then I leaned in and kissed her, letting my lips
press gently upon hers while she stood there, her arms
crossed. But then, she started to kiss back, and
parting her lips allowing her tounge to let loose and
explore the casms of our mouth. Her arms fell to her
side as I wrapped my arms around hers, letting her
weight fall onto me. Then she began to hug me, as I
began to brush her face with my hand. Then, she
stopped.
"What now?" was the only thing she could manage to
say without feeling totally guilty of some horrendous
crime.
"I don't know, why don't we just take it one second
at a time, and see how things turn out."
I don't really remember what all happened next, only
that Amy and I ended up on her bed making out that
night, and her falling asleep in my arms as I too fell
asleep. The next morning I awoke with the sun, and
watching as the light cascaded on her face. Then, I
began wondering why I had been given such a pretty
face to wake up to. I sat there for a moment,
wondering this, when I felt her stir and look at me.
She whispered, "Hi. I didn't expect you to be here."
"Oh, thanks. I appreciate that a whole bunch Amy."
"Well, you know how hard I try."
"So, ummm, you want me to go then?"
"No, I want you to stay forever."
"I guess I can do that, but if we don't eat, and I
don't have a cigarette, I think both of us will
eventually kill each other laying here like this."
"Oh, right. I just love your mind, you know that?"
"You've told me that before, and I appreciate that."
"You are an idiot though. This could have been sorted
out a couple of months ago, and both of us could have
been happy."
"Well, in that case..." I began to move a little to
get up from the bed. Amy blocked my way and prevented
me from leaving by getting on top of me. She planted a
kiss on my lips, and then once again opened her mouth
allowing for her tounge to slip into mine. I was
beginning to believe that she loved my mouth for some
reason.
"Mmmm, Amwowy?"
She stopped for a moment, allowing me to speak. "Yes
John?"
"What do you think about when you look into my eyes?"
I had asked the question before, but she really
couldn't answer. I was hoping she would be able to say
something, anything. But it brought the response I was
dreading 'I don't know, I really can't read you that
well John.'
"Well, I think when I look into your eyes John, I see
something unlocked I've never seen before. I see
tenderness. Something that should have been revealed
long ago but never could."
"Wow, Amy. I never thought anyone would ever give me
an answer like that." I had asked the question to a
hundred girls a hundred times before. Nothing was ever
the same. All the answers were phony, as if they had
the ability to look into my eyes and see something
that was there, when it never was. Something like "mad
passion" or "rage" was normally the standard answer,
but never tenderness.
"Amy?"
"Yes John?"
"Thank you."
And then she kissed me again, and we continued on
like that for a long time.
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"yeah, reading over this now that I've submitted it, I realize their are a few spelling errors. Whoops. Incite should be insight. Hehehe... what a screwup. Oh well, Hope Y'all enjoy." -- Kevin Myrick, Auburn, AL, USA.
"After I wrote this, I thought about it for a while and decided two things: One, this could never, EVER happen in real life. Real life, unfortunately, never works out this way. Therefore, it is more ficticious than I ever expected it to be. More like a fairy tale. Secondly, I've decided that I wrote this with the thought that it might actually mirror a real life situation in my life, and things have gone nowhere in that regard. Therefore, while I still stand by my work, it's not my favorite piece of writing. But, there are character dynamics here, and I'll probably develop more stories with these characters. " -- Kevin Myrick.
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