I figured I should upload some of my old writing here, as a sample. I had a Fiction Writing class back in high school, and this was a final project. I guess I never titled it >.>

I'm not even sure this is the final version, since a lot of my old files were lost. It's as is, the latest version I could find.Anyway, enjoy! There's an excerpt below.

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Melissa looked at her husband John in disgust. “Why do I even bother to put up with you?” she asked. He had come home late again.
“Does it matter where I’ve been?” John said with annoyance. “I’m home now.”
“You promised you’d be here hours ago!” Melissa yelled. “I’m always the one taking care of the kids!”
“That’s not true. I spend a lot of time with them on the weekends.”
“Sure you do. You sleep on the couch while they watch TV all morning!”
“Hey, I’m here now. What’s the big deal?”
“When was the last time we went somewhere as a family?” Melissa asked. “You’re always ignoring us!”
“Hey,” John yelled, “I don’t have to take this!” He paused; he could hear a faint whimpering coming from his son’s bedroom.
“Oh, now look what you’ve done! I had them all tucked in and everything!”
“Well, hey, sorry. Maybe I shouldn’t ‘a come home.”
Melissa shook her head. “Sometimes I wish…” she muttered. As she walked off to comfort their son, she added, “You’re sleeping on the couch tonight, mister!”
John just shrugged and flopped down on the couch. He felt like he was being treated unfairly. So he wanted to spend some time to himself now and then. Was that really such a big deal? He wasn’t sure why Melissa was so upset. She always exaggerates everything, he thought. He tossed and turned for a while before finally falling asleep.
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John looked around in a daze. Where am I, and why can’t I see anything? he wondered. As he started coming to his senses, he realized that the power had probably gone out. He reached over, searching for the lamp, but it wasn’t there. Oh yeah, Melissa made me sleep on the couch, he realized stupidly. Then he felt even more stupid for thinking the lamp would work while the power was out. He rolled over and his hand hit the side of the couch. It felt different to him, but he wasn’t sure why. He laid there for a while and wished for the power to come back on.
Eventually, he stood up and gazed ahead of him, still trying to make something out in the darkness. He started taking small steps ahead of him. He was hoping to reach the other wall so he could edge around the corner safely. With every step, he heard an echo, and his feet shrunk away from the cold concrete floor. After a few steps, he felt his knee bump into something. Must be the coffee table, he thought. He edged his way around it and found the wall. He was about to reach around the corner with his hand when the power suddenly came back on. He turned around and came to the sudden conclusion that he had no idea where he was.
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