Wednesday, 1 August 2012

A Short piece of fiction

Hey, I wrote a little story after getting inspired by the Olympics. Figure it has a shelf life because, well you'll see. So I decided to put it here, on my old blog, for no real reason other than I just like creating content. Read it if ya wanna. Cheers.


His motives were clear, win. Oddly the first thought that entered his mind was that of his mother. He wondered if she was having a good time, and what kind of hotel they were staying at. That thought quickly dissipated, and then he focused on the noise. Not on purpose, he never really focused on much on purpose. It was loud, overwhelming almost. He didn’t know if he would be able to breath in this noise. This hadn’t been the way he practiced.

But this was the Olympic games, he had no other option. He heard the signal and dived into the crisp water with an uneasy demeanor. He wasn’t focused, he didn’t know if he would do it. In the first two seconds as he was underwater he felt like giving up. He could fake an injury, save himself the embarrassment. No, that wouldn’t save any embarrassment. He needed to finish this race. Now he was above water, too much above, he shrunk back down. This was his event and he knew exactly the proper position to swim in. He knew what he had to do. He knew how to do it. He was going to win this race.

Keeping swimming, just like in training. Push. Harder. Get there. I can win this. He thought. Losing was not an option, he knew it was clique be he trained to hard not to win this. Strength, mental strength was all he needed. He could practically hear his coach yelling into his ear. He probably would hear him if it wasn’t for all this fucking noise. He thought.

During this moment of thought he realized what had happened. He was done the race, he was the first one to touch the wall. He won the gold medal.

He thought again about his mother, he knew she was having a good time now. His father would be proud, they would tell all their friends. The other competitors were good too. Were they? He hadn’t noticed. Still, he accepted their congratulations and said they put up a great fight. He thought again about the fact that he had just won a gold medal. What did that even mean? He wasn’t sure. He congratulated his coach. He had a great coach and owed a lot of his success to him. Now they were both Olympic champions. He was an Olympic champion.

It wasn’t until they gave him the medal that he first understood what happened. He had accomplished the only thing he ever wanted to. He accomplished his life goal. Very few people in this universe know what it feels like to complete their life goal. He did. He was 19 years old.

What next? What now? Who am I? He thought. In winning the Olympic gold a rush of feelings came over him that he never knew he could experience. It didn’t feel like he thought it would. Then again, he never really thought about what it would feel like. He thought about the possession, the gold, about winning. He didn’t know what winning would bring. Emptiness.

He would try again, to win. He would win again. He would smile. He would go on to win 19 medals in the Olympics and become the most decorated Olympic athlete of all time. He would never feel as good as he did before he ever won. He would always want that feeling back.

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