Five fiction pieces discussion poems

Five Fiction pieces It can be short stories or short poems

Marty
Martin

Martin, the eldest son of Mr. and Mrs. Whitney, looked back in sweat at
where he used to call home. It was an assembly of cardboard and other
supporting materials which could be found scattered by the wayside. The door
was a that had served an earlier purpose as a part of a
vehicle’s fuselage. Inside the dingy room, there was no furniture save for an
archaic seat which he had collected from a dumpsite. Despite his upbringing in
a , this was the life that he had found himself living in.
Like the biblical Prodigal son, his life had taken a bad turn when he had won
the local lottery at Brickfield.

On this particular morning, Martin found himself reflecting on his life or
the earlier that he thought he had. As a shy young boy, he was a bright kid who
had won the affection and admiration of both his teachers and his parents. His
only sibling, Chloe, had been the outgoing type- a clear contrast to Martin.
She did not like school or books. She was a bully and spent most of her
evenings in detention. Despite not being a lover of school, she somehow found
herself in the University where her elder brother had gone. At this point, she
had rapidly transformed and became a dependable and focused young girl. On the
other hand, Martin became the total and devastating opposite, to the chagrin of
his parents. After University, he had found work as an investment banker.

Life as an investment banker was not fulfilling despite the enormous salary
that they gave him. Already addicted to coke and other drugs, he turned to
gambling and could take gambling vacations to Las Vegas. He became a well-known
name across those gambling circles and got the nickname “Marty
Martini,” for he loved his Martini too. Yes, the Martin and other
alcoholic drinks. On one such vacation, he struck it big at the lots and won a
hefty sum. Such staggering was the win that he wrote his resignation letter instantly.
He embarked on a life of the party after party; one in Monte Carlo, the next in
Bologna, the other one in San Marino, the next in Macau, and henceforth. All
the while, his penchant for drugs only increased. Drugs and women. Countless
women dotted his life, and like moths attracted to light, the bevy of women was
hooked to the bag and its contents. Despite many pleadings from his parents-and
more from Chloe, Martin did not stop this dangerous lifestyle. It went on and
on.

One day, he linked up with some ‘merchants’ who were in Vegas ostensibly on
a business trip. Without knowing it, he got entangled in their deals which were
. Without knowing it, he was on the radar of local
and federal police. He got arrested, and charges were preferred against him.
The courts were swift in their judgment, and they delivered it almost
instantly. He took some valuable time in a penitentiary. Some years later, he
was out of jail without a single cent to his name, and he found himself in a
miserable position not only financially but even in health. Chloe and his
parents had suffered a misfortune earlier on when they got an accident while
going to the attorney responsible for his case, as they had sought his parole.
Their property had been auctioned by the mortgage institution. He had become
utterly devastated when he learned about these events. He resorted to a
depressed and solitary life living in a shack.

With all these events flashing right across his mind, he sat back and reached
for the cyanide pills in his pocket. With streams of tears rushing across his
face, he gulped them, and in an instant, out of him.
Slowly..followed by frantic kicks, he breathed hisa villain.