A Short Story

Inspired by my previous 2 posts, I'm going to write a short story relating to my life.


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He downed the shot so mercilessly poured and shoved to him. With the top two buttons of his shirt unbuttoned and his painstakingly styled hair parted at the wrong place by now, he managed to grab hold of a chair and slammed himself down on it. That proved to be the last shot he took, as the dark atmosphere was getting darker and darker in his eyes.

It took 2 burly guys to carry him out of the bar. The guy on the left took him by the waist and put the drunkard's left arm around his shoulder. The other guy did the same with the drunkard's right arm. Walking in tandem, they managed to carry the guy, albeit with some considerable struggle, to a safer and quieter place.

They found themselves beside a small stream, so serene, so sparkling from the lights shone on it by the hundreds of lamps on both sides of it. It felt like a totally different world from the one they had been in a few minutes ago. There was no one else in sight, lest for one skinny guy, dressed up in the latest fashion and in nothing but black, sucking on his cigarette in the distance. Nothing felt more calm than this, especially after being in such a chaotic situation just minutes ago.

This was the kind of place one could think really clearly, and sort out any troubles one had. But for one, it was not as simple as that. The night looked pale as ever to him, the silence sounded so familiar. It's not hard to understand why as he's been listening to his own silence for years. He has bonded with the silence, dangerously close to becoming a synonymous entity to a description. "How could one live a life like I have lived the past few years?", he thought to himself. Involuntarily, a tiny drop of tear fell from his eye, sparkling in the same grandeur as the stream beside. His well of emotions became even fuller and inevitably the tiny drop of tear turned into a little, slow-flowing stream.

A sharp and loud sound of something toppling below him broke his train of thoughts. He jumped from the shock and swiftly wiped away his tears to prevent anyone from finding out what he had just done. He strained his neck over the steps he was sitting on to see what had caused the sound. The skinny guy from afar was now just metres away from him and he looked dazed. The skinny guy had toppled a recycling bin and dislodged the cover of the bin in the process. An acrid odor pierced through the night like a spear and raced into the nostrils of all that were present. The drunkard was still fast asleep. His two friends ironically felt like vomiting more than him. They hastily made their way for home, dragging their drunkard friend along.
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