Peregrination

There. I'm done. Noah pushed his chair back, and stood up. Several classmates looked up at him - two smiled. He grabbed his MEC bookbag and walked to the front of the class with his final exam in hand. He handed it in to Dr. Arstrum and smiled as he shook Dr. Arstrum's hand. "Thanks a lot sir," Noah whispered. Dr. Arstrum nodded and smiled in return. "Thank you Noah. Best of luck to you." Noah straightened and walked out the classroom door, knowing he would never set foot in that class again.

As Noah walked out of the building he was flooded with emotion - sadness at never returning to this school he had spent four very good years at; slight anxiety over what he was to do now; but mostly overwhelming joy. He was finished his Masters in Forensic Psychology, from the University of Denver. At 25, he was one of the youngest in his graduating class - a fact he relished. Many had gone before him, but he was one of the youngest to ever complete his Master's at the U of D.

He loved living in Colorado, but he wasn't sure where he would go from here. Noah had no particular attachment to Colorado, or even the U.S. He only knew that he wanted to use his forensic knowledge to show people that shows like CSI were a joke. If he had his choice, he thought he would rather like to be a criminal profiler. Yeah, Noah though to himself, I could handle solving cases based on behavior. Maybe that's the direction I'll pursue.

Noah headed east on Illiff until he hit University Blvd. He caught a bus on East Yale and headed to his apartment. The thirty minute bus ride was the last one he'd take, and he didn't regret it at all as he climbed the steps to his fourth floor studio apartment. Still haven't fixed the elevator. Then, out loud as he opened his door,"Honey, I'm home!"

Introduction

Okay, here goes. I love to write stories. I have read some very intruiging ones lately, and we're going to see if any of them have been "muse-ish" for me. I doubt it, but you never know what's going to come out!

So, check back here often - sometimes I'll write in a flurry, sometimes it may be a couple weeks in between. It all depends how well the story is flowing in my head. Some will be long, some will be short. Still others may seem totally useless. Actually, I can just about guarantee that some will be useless. But that's how storywriting goes - you come up with an idea and you try to make it work. Nice thing is - none of the crap I write will ever be true. Sorry if I use your name, or describe someone that looks like you - or has your job, or your dog's name, or your mother's neice's cousin's great uncle's cat's toy's name. Seriously, if that happens, I'm sorry (for you, not for me).

So here we go. Hope this is as much fun for you as it's going to be for me.