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Twilight Contest Submission

Has anyone heard about the Twilight writing contest? See the site here: http://www.kjzz.com/contests/30748009.html. Basically, you have to write a 1,000 word or less short story using the quote "When you can live forever, what do you live for?" at least once. When he thought he had six months to live, the idea of death didn't seem that bad. He made a list of the things he wanted to do before he died - and even completed it, with two months to spare. But a twist of events leaves him with more time than he thought he did, and he doesn't know what to live for anymore. "Forever can get pretty lonely." *Note: this story in no way pertains to the storyline of Twilight, aside from the forever quote that was required. I'd still like some feedback before I submit it, though.


1. Chapter 1

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As he shuffled down the path, kicking up leaves as he went, he pondered his future. It was mid-Fall, around November, and the leaves that covered the trees were a kaleidoscope of red, orange, and yellow. Most had fallen and littered the ground, making the trail that carved through the woods almost invisible to the human eye.

He followed the trail deeper into the woods, weaving around tall trees and shrubs. There was an eerie silence throughout the forest, making it easy for him to think. A storm was coming – he could feel it in the air, in the humidity that shrouded him – and most of the creatures that usually chirped and scurried around the woods had taken shelter.

Cancer had made him think to the future; to do all the things he wanted to do before he died. The doctors had told him he only had six more months to live, and, in preparation, he made a list of all the things he wanted to accomplish in those short months. He had completed all but one – falling in love.

But, just his luck, in the sixth month, after he’d done almost all of the things on the list, his future abruptly lengthened.

Like it was only yesterday – and it didn’t matter to him that it had only been yesterday – he could remember it vividly in his mind. He was walking to the corner market around six-thirty in the afternoon, and he remembered the icy chill that seeped through his clothes, and the pressing darkness, even though it wasn’t even that late. He blamed that all on Daylight Savings.

He turned down a back alley, taking a short-cut since he wanted to get there quickly. It was even darker in the alley, without the occasional streetlight to help him along. He stumbled along blindly in the darkness, feeling his way along the wall. A rock suddenly caught the toe of his shoe, and he fell forward onto the hard cement ground.

Grumbling to himself, he stood once more, brushing off his clothes. He had been about to continue, but suddenly felt ill at ease. He couldn’t quite place it, but could only describe it to himself as the feeling of being watched. Like he wasn’t alone – like someone was stalking him.

He spun around, facing the direction he’d just come from, but couldn’t tell whether he was alone or not in the suffocating darkness. After looking carefully behind him, squinting into the darkness for any sign of life – any movement or flash of color – he mumbled once more, calling himself a schizophrenic fool, and then turned to continue on.

It had all happened so fast after that, he strained to remember all the details. The woman had appeared suddenly before him – she was breathtakingly beautiful, with dark hair and pale white skin, and wearing revealing clothes. Immediately, he was hypnotized and terrified all at once – he didn’t know whether to run from the woman, or try to get a date.

He hadn’t needed to say anything, however, and there was no chance of running.

The woman had pulled back her lips in a smile that slowly grew, until it exposed all of her teeth in a threatening grimace. A sound erupted from somewhere in her throat, filling the once silent alleyway with a terrifying feral snarling.

After that, he couldn’t remember anything. He didn’t know how he got away, or why she stopped, but he was grateful he was still alive. Or rather, undead.

When he once had six months to live, the idea of death didn’t seem so bad. He had almost accepted it, gotten over the fact that he was only seventeen and hardly ready to die.

But now he had forever to live and nothing to do with it. He already knew what he wanted to do before he died – go skydiving, graduate high school, help someone in need – and he’d already done all those things. But now that he had an eternity to live, what was he supposed to live for?

“When you can live forever,” he whispered under his breath sardonically, “what do you live for?” He chuckled unemotionally to himself under his breath before returning to his dismal mood.

The real question was: what was he supposed to do now? He didn’t have any family or friends left; no job, no car, no house, no nothing. He’d have to live in the woods his whole - well, for the rest of forever, that is. All by himself.

Forever could get pretty lonely.

He kicked a rock with the toe of his shoe and sent it flying through the forest, until it landed two-hundred feet away. Continuing through the brush, he emerged onto the bank of the lake. If possible, it seemed even more peaceful here, even though it was just as quiet as the forest.

He looked out across the water, at the rippling surface, the cloudy sky above with fast-approaching coal-colored clouds, and the dozens of trees that surrounded the pond. He sat down on the bank, allowing his feet to dangle close to the water, but it was just far enough that they barely skimmed the surface.

It was so quiet. So peaceful. He could think clearly here, left alone to his thoughts without the interference of focusing on walking.

But he was wrong. Suddenly, he wasn’t alone. His eyes flashed open, and he scanned the lakeside warily. He could hear their breathing, but when he looked directly behind him, he was alone.

The woman stepped out from the fringe of trees, watching him with a cautious expression. He leapt to his feet, suddenly on edge. He could tell from her smell that she wasn’t human – she was like him.

“You,” he breathed, recognizing her strange beauty – pale skin, full lips, and flowing locks.

She smiled an apologetic smile, not afraid of the vampire who was coiled like a snake, ready to attack if need be.

“Forever can get pretty lonely.”