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Tuesday, July 6, 2010

First Story Posted

Today I've decided I'm going to get right to it and post one of my finished stories. It's a short story and it's called Unfaithful. I actually wrote it quite a while ago and I hope to get some of my newer work up soon. Not that I think anyone has actually seen my blog yet, but I would just like to say I would be so thankful if you have any feedback at all. Also, by getting a follower it can always lead to another. I will also become a 'follower' for you if you do so for me.

Thanks :)

As Morgan Cambridge applied her makeup in her small apartment’s bathroom she stared at herself in the mirror. She heard the door open to her apartment.

“Sweetie,” her boyfriend, Jonah called.

“In the bathroom,” Morgan called back. He walked into the room and gave her a kiss.

“You look gorgeous,” he said, “are you going out?”

“Yeah, Teresa rang before and we’re going to go out with a few of the other girls from uni,” she lied.

“Oh,” he said, his tone filled with disapointment, “will you be back late?”

“Probably,” Morgan replied. Morgan and Jonah walked out to the dining room. It was already dark outside. Through the large windows you could see the whole city. Morgan grabbed her bag and went to give Jonah a kiss.

“Give me a call if you need a lift home,” he said.

“I’m taking my own car,” she said.

“Okay, well have a good time. I love you,” he said. But as Morgan said those three words back she couldn’t look Jonah in the eyes.

She hurried out the door and into her car. Jonah watched from the window as she drove off. Then he turned towards the kitchen as he heard a familiar sound. It was Morgan’s ring tone. She had left her mobile behind as she had hurried out the door. On the screen of the mobile, ONE NEW MESSAGE FROM DAMIAN YORK, appeared. But the message was locked with an unlock code. Jonah phoned Teresa so that she could let Morgan know that she had left her phone behind.

“Hi Jonah,” Teresa said when he called.

“Hi, Morgan just left to meet with you guys but left her mobile behind. Would you just let her know when she gets there,” he said.

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“Well, Morgan said she was going out with you and a few others tonight,” he said.

“I don’t know why she’d say that. We hadn’t arranged anything. Derek and I are just staying home tonight,” Teresa, said.

“Oh really, maybe she got mixed up or something. I really don’t know,” he said, “Well, if you do hear from her or anything tonight let me know what’s happening, right?”

“Will do,” Teresa, said, “See you.”

“Bye,” he said and he put down the phone.

“How strange,” he said aloud.

That night Jonah waited in the lounge room of the small apartment surfing the television channels. It had gone 2am and then there was a loud knock at the door. He slowly opened the door hoping it was Morgan but instead a tall man in a dark outfit. As he opened it a bit further and some light came out of the apartment and into the corridor he realised it was a police officer.

“Hello Mr Spencer,” he said.

“Hi. What is this about?” Jonah asked.

“I’m Sargent John Courtly and I’m sorry to inform you that Morgan Jollettes has passed away,” he said. Jonah was absolutely speechless. His throat went dry and his heart seemed to slow which was the complete opposite of what would normally happen when he was shocked and start to panic. He felt numb and almost fell to the ground.


“I’m sorry Mr Spencer. I understand this information is hard for you to take in. She was in an accident earlier tonight but died at the scene of the crash,” The Sargent said.

The Sargent helped Jonah to a chair.

“She was not in the vehicle of her own,” he said. The shock was too much for Jonah. Tears prickled at Jonah’s eyes. He almost fell from the peach, wooden chair that he sat upon.

“There was a male and he was driving. His name was Damian York. He has also died. Do you know this man?” York-Jonah had heard this from somewhere. He knew this name but not this person, the txt message from earlier on Morgan’s phone. That must have been who Morgan had gone to meet.

“She received a m-message from someone by that name but sh-sh-she wasn’t h-here to get it. She left her m-mobile here.” Jonah burst out in tears. He felt as if someone had just ripped his heart out.

A few days later, when Jonah felt the sun had been destroyed and his life was not worth living Morgan’s messages were unlocked and it was thought Jonah had the right to know what they said…

When Jonah looked at them, the ones from Damian York had kisses and hugs and ‘I love yous’ and then it suddenly sunk in that Morgan had not been faithful to him.

The hardest thing for Jonah when losing the one he truly loved. Was finding out he wasn’t loved back.

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