Something about me

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Hello everyone this is Tom.

Let me tell you a bit about me, not gimmick like a tag or something,

So First my name is not Tom but hey that is probably the best name I will have online.

I am a writer, I mostly write stories that most people will find sad or depressing. So hello everyone.

So, like I said, let me tell you a bit about myself. Where should I start, how about high school, yeah feels like it was a long time ago but it was what like ten years ago actually less. Eh, doesn’t matter what does matter is that I had a group of friends which was a big deal I don’t make friends much. I thought these would be those lifelong friends that all parents tell kids about. We were the table sitters club, the tsc. There were eight to ten of us, as time went on we gained members and the such. By the end there were three guys and four or five girls. I was actually dating one of the girls she was interesting to say the least we lasted two years.  Any way we started out one day giving each other nick names then we gave each other theoretical superpowers as a joke based on those nick names and well that inspired me to write my second book, still unfinished, based on all of us. It was awesome. We all graduated and left one of my group behind purposefully lost contact, why you may ask the answer is simple he told me to put my girlfriend at the time on a leash, well that was a bit too far to me.

Well one year into college my girlfriend at the time decided to spit off with me and we did. I foolishly tried to resist that change tried to change her mind. Don’t do that kids. So, kept going I lost my friends one by one, burned bridges over and over. Got another girlfriend from one of the people that was left, that lasted a month. Now here is the thing those people; I thought they would be there for a long time I thought they would be family in the future. A lot of them left a knife in my back, over years they used me and threw me away.

So, I graduated college, with more enemies than friends only two friends from back in high school. I never was able to replace them. During this time, I kept writing more and more digging into this fantasy I mad, I stopped writing this book made about me and my friends, I stopped two of them one is in the possession of my ex, the other is saved on a usb drive waiting for me to rewrite the whole thing. Waiting for me to destroy the last memories I have of them back then. I will one day, but I did not write this whole thing to get sympathy, oh no. I wrote this so that I can share with you what makes me tick. I believe in a small group of friends, in the individual, and you will see that in my writing. But also, I believe in everything I did to burn those bridges I believe that I would not change a single thing. Especially the ones that made me the enemies because I stand for something.

So, continuing with my story I actually made this account to share art with that old tsc that is why you will see my old art on this account that is from that old story about use with powers. And from my story The Price to Serve. Don’t go look those up I cannot draw to save my life it is why I write.

Now I have covered all the interesting parts of my life 23 birthdays in four paragraphs, my current job doesn’t matter really, I like it but it does not concern this whole story. I want everyone to understand a bit of who I am so that when I say this next part people understand I am no soldier, or police officer or anyone who matters to this conversation. What I am is a man who has read and has gained an opinion. I am no pacifist, I am no antiwar person. My stories may seem like it sometimes but I believe in war and I believe in greed and capitalism. My stories sometimes seem like they are saying different especially as we go on, I write harsh stories, dirty stories. I have never been in combat I will never claim to know what that is like but from everything I have read, and heard and thought about I write like that. I believe that in man wars there were heroes on both sides, men and women who were just fighting for their homes or for their freedoms or maybe fighting for someone’s lies but they fight for their own.

War is not a pretty thing, and I feel that today a lot of people think it is unneccasry in a lot of cases a lot of fiction or historical fiction feels the need to argue one way or another. War is good or it is bad, we get stories that make a strong antiwar statement or that show only the heroes to promote war. This is all lies, rewritten history. The worst kind of history false history. I want to write stories that show the good and the bad, stories that show the sadness but also what they are fighting for the good and the bad.

Anyway, that is a little bit about me.

-Tom

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Weird-and-Unique's avatar
I am glad to get to know you more! :)