I wrote the beginnings of a story that had so many facets to it, no one knew the ending except me.

I called that story, “The First Door”.

Surprisingly, or perhaps unsurprisingly, the raw, unfiltered, unedited original story was written on WordPress. Last year, due to rather odd circumstances, I pulled my little corner of the site down, stomped on all of it, and basically threw it in the bin. There may have been a few “f*ck you too’s” thrown around for good measure.

I never forgot about Connie, or Harry, Jake or the Major, or anyone else that came into the story. It was a strange mix of history and fantasy, truths and a mirroring of truths, but the most important element of the story, to me at least, were the people themselves. In saying that, it was not in the slightest bit unusual for me to use sections of the beautiful state and country I have lived in all my life.

But, enough about me and how awesome I’m not. Let me just show you a couple of pics. I’m not the most amazing artist in the world, and I’m quite happy to say these were a bit “sh*t”, but they did the job of bringing who these people were in my head out into the world. I never found Connie, but I may have found Harry eventually, and I certainly found Sam the nurse (who was in a later story connected to the first one).

I haven’t got a picture of Sam, but he’s pretty cute too, just so you know.

As for Jake, who became very important to the story, well… I asked someone if I could model him off them as I didn’t really have a good idea of who he was in my head. I knew who other people were, to a certain degree and I’m still grinning about who I had chosen to “model” them off, as well. I know these people would have thoroughly enjoyed playing off the smidges of badly written pieces I’d have given them, because to them, that is exactly why they have chosen their occupations.

I suppose, in a way, this is a kind of “goodbye” to that story from me, although I can never really say goodbye to it. It will always be treasured in my heart, and the reading of its sections have been a part of my family over the last however many years it’s been.

I’m not writing it again. It took too long the first time.

I’m just not going there.