fiction.  or is it constructed reality?

sometimes i can't figure out what i think about it and thus where my attempts at fiction falls.  i’ve always loved to write, but the process never ends, and everything becomes a work in progress.  below are a few “work in progress” that i started a few years ago in a fiction writing class.  the professor encouraged us to draw emotions and details from real life, so this is perhaps yet another form of therapy (names have been changed to protect the innocent, of course).  there’s quite a bit that is contrived, and perhaps a voice that is lodged somewhere deep inside if you don’t readily recognize it . . . yeah, who knows.  yeah, these are rough, and i’ve intended to submit them places after cleaning them up a bit (and what’s that about the path to hell are paved with good intentions?).  maybe i’ll do that soon. . . maybe i’ll do that someday. . .  but until then, for your viewing pleasures. . . .

p.s.— there are a few stories that i tried combining,
so if some of it looks the same and you’re wondering, that’s  why.