Being Thespian
By Nick Jamil
()
About this ebook
Alec Thespian is a university sophomore of silver-spooned upbringing. While on summer vacation on a Mediterranean cruise liner, he hopes to find his first adventure away from home. Jason Austin is a crude but intelligent boy with extreme potential. He finds his way on the cruise liner en route to Florence where he hopes to take part in an exchange program. Although keen on his studies, the only thing on Jasons immediate mind is adventure. But the boys dont find their adventure; it, in fact, finds them and, in a place where civilization is far from reach and where ones innermost secrets begin to surface, their adventure teaches them some important life lessons. Being Thespian is a series of events in the lives of Alec and Jason during their stay on the cruise liner. Told in asynchronous order, the chapters are the primary glimpses into the story and the reader is left to fill in the details.
Nick Jamil
Nick Jamil is a freelance writer and poet with a passion for the life and works of Oscar Wilde. Although a computer programmer professionally, Nick has a deep love for literature and a particular interest and even sympathy for Wilde. It is through reading the life and works of Wilde that he learned to compose poetry and it is from there that Being Thespian finds its muse.
Related to Being Thespian
Related ebooks
Endless Doors, Secret Windows Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsLosing Lila Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Alex Van Helsing: Vampire Rising Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5You’ll Be Next (A Megan York Suspense Thriller—Book Two) Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Crawling Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsAn Accidental Bond: Book 1 of The Engle Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Hesitant Husband Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe White Gate Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsCattle Guard Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsFractured: elctrcsheepdrmwrks (Electric Sheep Dreamworks), #2 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsUnbroken Spirit The High School Chronicles Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsAninoids Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsFate's Child Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsMadness Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Dark Influence Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsZAG: Needs of the Living Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe X-Cure Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsCaught In the Current Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsNext Exit: Purgatory Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsA Long Road Back Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsTesla Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5One Shot: Black Stallion Studios, #1 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsTotemic Haven: A gay Children's Book- Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsBad Boy in the Dark: The Billionaire's Touch, #2 Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Til Death Do Us Part: A Zombie Short Story Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsBehind the Oval Portrait: A Vampire Love Story Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsFallout: An Alex Walker Short Story Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsSummer at Eagle Mountain: Eagle Mountain Adventures, #3 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Only Alex Addleston in All These Mountains Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5The Wind Is Not a River: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5
Short Stories For You
Explicit Content: Red Hot Stories of Hardcore Erotica Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Warrior of the Light: A Manual Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Little Birds: Erotica Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5The Things They Carried Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Grimm's Complete Fairy Tales Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Sex and Erotic: Hard, hot and sexy Short-Stories for Adults Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Hills Like White Elephants Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Before You Sleep: Three Horrors Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Selected Short Stories Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Four Past Midnight Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5100 Years of the Best American Short Stories Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Lovecraft Country: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Don Quixote Rating: 2 out of 5 stars2/5A Good Man Is Hard To Find And Other Stories Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Finn Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Collected Stories of Lydia Davis Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The ABC Murders: A Hercule Poirot Mystery: The Official Authorized Edition Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas: A Story Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Five Tuesdays in Winter Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Bradbury Stories: 100 of His Most Celebrated Tales Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Ficciones Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Two Scorched Men Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5So Late in the Day: Stories of Women and Men Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Paper Menagerie and Other Stories Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5
Reviews for Being Thespian
0 ratings0 reviews
Book preview
Being Thespian - Nick Jamil
Chapter 1
Alec ran through the unrecognizable streets, past unintelligible signs and crowds of confused faces. Accompanying him to his front and to his rear were Ludwig, Frederic, and several other refugees whom he didn’t have time to recognize. People turned their faces as the stampede raced by.
Jason was there too. He ran behind Alec in an attempt to escape the men and women chasing them. Alec was running faster than he had ever run, but knew that he couldn’t keep this up. He was becoming desperate and was about to lose his strength.
When he reached a square crowded with bodies, he spotted an immense building, into which he ran. His colleagues followed.
As an albino woman exited the building, Alec caught the glass doors before they closed. As he reached to catch them, he saw in a faint reflection of himself the face of a young man expressing both an old longing and a new fatigue.
He skidded left and caught a second set of glass doors. His fellow refugees attempted to follow his lead. Once inside, Alec viscerally speculated that the building was some sort of secure facility. He was lucky to have stepped inside the building at all. Alec turned his head to one side while inhaling and exhaling deeply through his mouth, desperately trying to catch his breath. He saw personnel moving about, climbing up and down some stairs, reading from documents they held in their hands, and casually striking conversations. He ignored them and continued into the elevators that lay ahead.
As he turned around to push a button—any button—Alec was surprised to find his hunters just beyond the elevator doors. They had left his colleagues and concentrated their efforts on apprehending him alone. They had somehow managed to get past the secure doors of the building just as Alec had, and they were dashing to stop the elevator doors from closing.
Alec kicked his aggressors so the doors would close while his flailing hand frantically tried to push any button it could.
He was finally successful. The elevator started moving, and he attempted to catch his breath, bent forward with his hands on his knees. He didn’t know why he was being chased. He didn’t know by whom he was being chased. He didn’t know how his colleagues were faring and what would be done with them were they to be caught.
After having caught his breath and collected his bearings, Alec looked at the elevator buttons to see on which floor he was destined to stop. But he couldn’t comprehend their labeling. It was as if the labels were in some foreign language, but Alec knew better; they were gibberish. They were in different shapes and embossed at various depths. It was as if the designers of the building wanted to keep any intruder confused.
When the elevator finally stopped, Alec quickly found an exit directly in front of him. He had never been so confused or agitated.
The young man trotted toward the egress in the hopes that it would lead to freedom. By now his flight, coupled with his anxiety, caused him to sweat profusely. He wiped his forehead with his sleeves as he headed toward the doors.
As he stepped outside, Alec was once again swept into a race as his comrades whizzed past him. He began to run with them, and the anxiety he was feeling earlier had renewed itself with an even stronger vigor. This time, though, he ran alongside Jason, who, without speaking a word, gestured that they go back into the building.
Jason led the way back into the elevators. This time, their comrades were not following them, nor were their aggressors pursuing. But the two boys feared for their wellbeing, as if they were strapped onto a set of railroad tracks and could hear the sound of an oncoming train bearing down upon them. Their hearts pounded in a tandem of fatigue and disquiet, sweat poured down their faces, and they were filled with uncertainty.
Jason pushed a button as if he knew the building. The boys gave a concurrent whew as the doors closed.
The elevator started to move laterally and then downward. It stopped. As its doors opened, Alec and Jason found themselves in a bright rotunda. It was illuminated with the natural azure of a summer’s firmament and rays of sunlight glistened onto the floor here and there. Seats