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It’s not really about what I want to be, but what I finally become.

Story Writing followed me everywhere I went, yet I ignored it to pursue science, until I got battered by chains of carbon and physics formulas. My initial desire, a deep longing and the reason why I chose sciences, was to become a well known and respected medical doctor. But when the wind of life blew and got me in an entirely different course that wasn’t related to what I wanted, it got me thinking seriously; it’s not all about what we want to be but what we finally become. So, if I’m asked to go back to school and correct my wrongs, I would most likely study English and Master in Creative Writing but that’s just by the way.

I started writing as a kid, and most of my works were cast away when I got tired of reading them alone. I couldn’t even show them to anyone because I didn’t think it was necessary to show my work. I wrote for myself anyway. To me, writing was a hobby, nothing more. Only one of my short stories was able to make it to the school magazine because we were asked to write and submit stories to the Editor. Mine was among the top ten and got published. It felt so good knowing I had my story on print. But then, that’s just it. Nothing followed. I continued to write for myself.

So not until recently I made up my mind to turn back and embrace writing fully and work on my writing skill. No matter the career I have established for myself, I’ve decided to do what I love doing because it comes naturally to me. No struggles. No hustle. No bustle. Just type away when the ideas flow.

Even though I did not study creative writing in school. I work so hard towards becoming a great writer. The future will surely find me a better writer and probably get me appreciated with bowls of something cheery. Until that time, I will keep writing to improve- If not for anything, to get things off my mind and probably prevent a cluster, and at the same time give others something to look at and think about life.

Temporal Delusion

I tried but couldn’t stop laughing. Laughing in public when alone without a genuine reason could be a sure sign of insanity and I knew that but couldn’t just control myself.

Passers-by looked at me in disbelief as I danced occasionally too.

I knew something was wrong somewhere but…

I saw a man running. I didn’t know why he ran with briefcase in hand but I tried catching up with him, passed him and had to reduce my speed to keep pace with him.

He was amused. When he stopped at the bus stop, I ran past him.

I saw the car, my car, an Acura MDX and went to it.

I tried the door and it wasn’t opening. I moved back a little to check if I had got the wrong car. I tried again and again. As I stood there thinking of how to break in, a lady came. She was red with fury.

“What are you doing? Sticking your door keys in my key hole? Your cup is full today. Robber like you.” She ranted.

A second pop in my brain and she was my wife.

“Honey are you with the car key?” I asked moving towards her.

She stood aside, searched for something in her bag, brought her spray and a phone; phone on her left ear, spray and car key in the other hand.

I went to her, took the car keys after a little love fight during which I managed to dodge her spray. She rushed after me to stop me, calling for help. People gathered and looked on, but none bothered to help.

I pressed the remote control and the car responded. I jumped into it and opened the passenger’s door for her.

She stood in front of the car yelling. I was amused by her actions. She could be funny at times.

I moved the car a little forward, she stood aside. I stopped and opened the passenger’s door. She jumped in and we had another love fight.

I won.

I saw the police vehicle as I was driving away from the parking lot.

They were three of them aiming their guns at me.

“Why are they doing that?” I asked.

I stopped the car when I heard a gunshot. It was in the air. I opened the door and stepped down.

“Do not move. Put your hands in the air,” I looked at their mouths. I couldn’t make which one was speaking or whom he was talking to. But when I looked at the speaker’s keen eyes, I realized it had been me all along.

I moved towards them and brought out my hand for a shake.

“Stand still. Put your hands up in the air.”

I laughed hysterically.

“I will explain. I’m heading home to celebrate with my wife. She came to my office to give me the news. We’re moving to New Jersey” I said and looked back but the lady, my wife was gone. I searched and saw her standing behind the car.

“Oh! There you are,” I said and opened my arm and ran towards her to call her to testify. The Police followed me giving orders.

“Thanks for waiting,” I said to her but she moved back and hastened to safety.

“This is the best day of my life.” I said and looked around laughing.

I faced the crowd. Listen, everyone. We”re leaving for New Jersey right now. It’s going to be a long trip but don’t worry, we’ll be back soon. Don’t worry, we’ll be fine.”

Suddenly the paramedics launched at me. I wrestled until I slept off in their arms.

I woke up to see my self in chains. It was in a room. A lady with a familiar face was at my side crying.

“Why am I here? Who put this thing around my feet?” I asked, got up and advanced towards her in a brutal manner.

She pressed a button and they rushed in. I counted six of them all wearing scrubs.

“Don’t make me miss my flight to New Jersey. I won’t forgive you.” I shouted.

“Yes we know,” one of them said. “You’ll soon fly to New Jersey. It’s going to be a special flight.”

I laughed and nodded.

The needle went deep and I felt dizzy. I was in her arms, looking at her face. I smiled when she smiled looking down at me. We’re on a flight for two. To New Jersey.

I hoped it’s not happening in my dream world.

“Welcome back.” I heard a man’s voice. Initially it was his silhouette. Then all white. Then his form with lab coat. Then stethoscope. I guessed he was the flight doctor.

I smiled.