It’s a story about a woman named Shelby who is finally read to come out of her shell. She is on a vacation and she decides to let go and try and meet a guy and sleep with him. An unexpected occurrance happens and you find yourself completely emotionaly involved in the plot. It’s a really good story. It’s easily one of my best works. It’s written in a very wierd form too. Part story, part screenplay and all inner monologue is in parentheses or brackets, and dialogue is in script form. Very interesting.
“You know, someone said that the world’s a stage
and each must play a part.
Fate had me playing in love you as my sweet heart.
Act one was when we met, I loved you at first glance
You read your line so cleverly and never missed a cue
Then came act two, you seemed to change and you acted strange
And why I’ll never know.
Honey, you lied when you said you loved me
and I had no cause to doubt you.
But I’d rather go on hearing your lies
than go on living without you.
Now the stage is bare and I’m standing there
with emptiness all around
and if you won’t come back to me
then make them bring the curtain down.”
-Elvis Presley
The Starter
by J.Starr
Act I
We Met
It was the last day of vacation and you could practically hear Shelby Reese’s heart refrain its psalm of disenchantment playing in the cool salty night air. She was lonely tonight, just like every night in her life. She wanted to enjoy her life for once. She tended to bench herself and let all the starters run the plays, but not tonight. Tonight she was gonna start!
Basketball was not her sport in high school and being popular definitely was not her game in college, but tonight she was starting! Tonight, she was the big player! It was her turn to make the game winning shot! After all, she was a big shot now. She worked for a big law firm in New York! She put away Chris “Fists” Lupo! She is rich, smart and talented. She can have any guy she wants! She can have a “Hawaiian fling” if she wants! All the other single women in her office do it and she can do it too. “…and damn it, she’s sexy as well!” Or at least that is what she told herself at the hotel’s beach front bar.
The bar had wood floors and walls. All of the stools and furniture were made of wicker and there were pictures of all the different fish people caught all over the walls like they have at all those sporty family restaurants. She did not know why she was sitting at the bar. It felt foreign to her. As foreign as this vacation was to her, as foreign as men are to her. She looked around awkwardly.
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