The Guest House
Xavier Cuevas Cuevas-1 of 11
LA 110, Narrative Storytelling, Mon/Fri, section 03
Instructor: James Sidel
Class Time 12:00-2:50
Class Location: Northpoint
Date of Submission: 7/26/2013 Short Story: The Guest House (Draft 4, word count 3,891) I closed my eyes and fell into an abyss of dreams and nightmares crafted by painful memories. I found myself walking through a golden field of crops in Northern Mississippi; at my side was my childhood crush, but before I could embrace the moment the world around me fast forwarded to the day she left me without reason. I woke up in the middle of the night; my eyes ricocheted off the walls, repelling off my sheriff’s hat on the dresser to the white ceiling, I’ve never noticed the cracks up there, overlapping one another, together forming a cross above my head, I then fell back to my dormant state. Once again I found myself walking through an Elysian field holding hands with another girl, this time it was my high school girlfriend but once again she too departed from me. I reawoke in another dream; this time with my wife, her name was Faith, at first I was afraid because I thought she also would have left me, but she was different, at least until she vanished from our world. She was so beautiful; her golden silk hair fell down her back like a waterfall, her eyes; blue like the bluest of oceans, and her smile was oh so sweet, she radiated with serenity. She walked ahead of me, she turned and gazed into my eyes, I looked back and was heaved in by her gravitational affection, then the world suddenly faded to black leaving me in darkness. I woke up the next morning, looking to my left where my wife once slept, I pondered why she wanted to leave me, we had a decent start to our marriage she seemed happy, but as Cuevas 2 of 11 time passed she grew tired of me, I did everything in my power to keep her happy but no matter what I did nothing worked, then one day she
LA 110, Narrative Storytelling, Mon/Fri, section 03
Instructor: James Sidel
Class Time 12:00-2:50
Class Location: Northpoint
Date of Submission: 7/26/2013 Short Story: The Guest House (Draft 4, word count 3,891) I closed my eyes and fell into an abyss of dreams and nightmares crafted by painful memories. I found myself walking through a golden field of crops in Northern Mississippi; at my side was my childhood crush, but before I could embrace the moment the world around me fast forwarded to the day she left me without reason. I woke up in the middle of the night; my eyes ricocheted off the walls, repelling off my sheriff’s hat on the dresser to the white ceiling, I’ve never noticed the cracks up there, overlapping one another, together forming a cross above my head, I then fell back to my dormant state. Once again I found myself walking through an Elysian field holding hands with another girl, this time it was my high school girlfriend but once again she too departed from me. I reawoke in another dream; this time with my wife, her name was Faith, at first I was afraid because I thought she also would have left me, but she was different, at least until she vanished from our world. She was so beautiful; her golden silk hair fell down her back like a waterfall, her eyes; blue like the bluest of oceans, and her smile was oh so sweet, she radiated with serenity. She walked ahead of me, she turned and gazed into my eyes, I looked back and was heaved in by her gravitational affection, then the world suddenly faded to black leaving me in darkness. I woke up the next morning, looking to my left where my wife once slept, I pondered why she wanted to leave me, we had a decent start to our marriage she seemed happy, but as Cuevas 2 of 11 time passed she grew tired of me, I did everything in my power to keep her happy but no matter what I did nothing worked, then one day she