I wrote “The Something” about a decade ago. I was writing a lot those days, about 10,000 words a day (seriously), but didn’t feel like I was really accomplishing much. I was piling the words on, but they didn’t amount to very much. So, I tried a couple of writing exercises and the results were some of my best writing to date.
Unfortunately, I have lost all copies of the other stories. I’m still hoping to be reunited with them one day… but every year that passes is another year where my hope fades a bit more, and one day I’ll probably give up completely on ever seeing them again.
I was reunited with one though, and if given the choice between the three, this is the one that I would have chosen.
I started hoping that I would be a horror fiction writer. The next Stephen King. But it’s not where my passion laid. So one of my experimental writings was a children’s story. And this is it.
It’s not so much a story for children, rather it’s a story about a child, and told through his eyes. It’s a story about a young imaginative boy who strays from his camping family, and, along with all the creatures in the forest, discover and experience the death of “something”. Something alien to the forest, but not so much to earth. Something nearly invisible but very real. Something that first seems fun, and becomes something sad.
I present: The Something – a short story by Joshua Frank Bartalomy: Dedicated to Shannon Larratt Read more…