Status: one-shot
When Memory Creates Its Own Reality
A one-shot about James Neal trying drunkenly to get into his house after being eliminated from the playoffs.
It's written much differently than most of my stuff, but it does share some similarities in writing style with my Tyler Seguin one-shot. Just thought I would try something different when I sat down to write the other day.
Title Credit: Salman Rushdie, quote from Midnight's Children.
"Memory has its own special kind. It selects, eliminates, alters, exaggerates, minimizes, glorifies, and vilifies also; but in the end it creates its own reality, its heterogeneous but usually coherent version of events; and no sane human being ever trusts someone else's version more than his own"
Word count: 3,169.
Disclaimer: Obviously I don't own James Neal and do not know him personally. Work of fiction.
It's written much differently than most of my stuff, but it does share some similarities in writing style with my Tyler Seguin one-shot. Just thought I would try something different when I sat down to write the other day.
Title Credit: Salman Rushdie, quote from Midnight's Children.
"Memory has its own special kind. It selects, eliminates, alters, exaggerates, minimizes, glorifies, and vilifies also; but in the end it creates its own reality, its heterogeneous but usually coherent version of events; and no sane human being ever trusts someone else's version more than his own"
Word count: 3,169.
Disclaimer: Obviously I don't own James Neal and do not know him personally. Work of fiction.