All posts filed under: Short stories

Annie, Ten Years Ago!

I was cleaning and consolidating my documents in the cloud and came across this little scribble I wrote ten some years ago. Very similar idea to my earlier post: The Main Character – Annie. No wonder they say people don’t change. This might just answer my question: will my novel idea stick around or not for the next year or two. [Fiction: Begin] Anna sits in front of her desk trying to code. The deadline is a week away. The whole team is stressed out. They are on the hook for building an ecommerce website for a major retailer. The client sponsor firmly believes that online shopping is the future. However she has enemies at her company. Her partners believe the opposite, that nothing can replace the in person touch that enables retail shopping. Anna checks the requirements document to see what the business logic should be. She read through a couple of times to make sure that she understands it clearly. It seems simple enough, what they want. Her attention switches from the document …

The Main Character – Annie

Stephen King said, Start with a situation. Don’t worry about themes. Okay. Let’s see if the salad I am eating is inspiring me. A recent college graduate, Annie got her first job at an up and coming technology startup in Cambridge, MA. She was employee number 62. Hmm. Too young, perhaps. Let me start at a later point of her career. The dot com bubble burst. Annie was laid off from her first job along with one thousand some others on a Friday. After graduating from college, she started off as a software developer. It’s hard not to write about myself. Be creative! I keep going. Anne Lamott said, Think of a small blank picture frame. Zoom in. What do I see? When she coded, she was completely focused. Her mind thought logically, starting with the problem, then the business process, then the business rules, then the syntax of C++ or SQL. She had to learn about testing her own logic with machine, and then debug her mistakes, which happened quite often. She almost never …

A Dedication

He is as sweet as they come, she believes. They are young, both with wide-open eyes, arms, and hearts. The sky is always blue; classes are always good for naps. He loves to show off his sports car; she loves to watch him showing it off. The meeting place can not be more perfect. They are partners in classes, constantly challenging each other. They discuss and debate about life and death, purpose and principle, happiness and goals. They spend their first summer roaming gorges, hiking forests, playing in the parks, and hanging out in a little town in upstate New York. He knows where to go: taking her to the quaint restaurants, the one-and-only lame mall in the neighborhood, and as many movies as the cinema plays. He is as much of a gentleman as any college boy may strive to be. She knows that she has the eyes for goodness. She thinks he is special, this incredible blend of east and west. He dislikes his past made of boarding school and various places in …

Snow

Today it snowed. She checked her watch again, not wanting to be late for the doctor’s appointment. In a small conference room, she looked out of the window as a men talked on. His voice hummed in the background. For a second, she thought she smelled the fresh air through the glass window. The snow was like powdered sugar spilled from a jar, fine and sweet, however, lighter than sugar, floating in every direction. The continuous chatter in the room failed to get her attention. What was the discussion about again? Craving for fresh air, she sneaked out during the break. It was time for her to leave anyway. The snow encouraged her; the way to the doctor was beautiful. She could hear her shoes squashing the snow. Were those cries of pain from the pressure? There was no window in the waiting area; her mind wandered outside. The dancing snow calmed her nerves. Her conversation with the doctor was quick. The doctor told her that the lab report came back clean. The tumor was …