Just some bite-size stories. The first collection is here.
When the song began playing for the 7th time she knew then that she was indeed in hell. The people around her sang along as if they hadn’t been there the first six times. She just looked to the sky and screamed her frustration.
The beginning was always the weirdest time, so much anticipation and anxiety and impatience all rolled up into a ball of energy trapped in the confined space of the morning ablutions. It was dealt with quickly, too much to get done to waste time on pointless beautifying.
Day one was the day to begin adventures. Day one was the day where the best laid plans either succeed or die.
So this is a little sad for a Sunday evening, sorry about that.
Remember, remember the fifth of November. Gunpowder, treason and plot.
The fifth of November must never be forgot, they say. Well fuck that, because the fifth of November was an icy cold, nightmare of a day that ended in tears and snot and a goddamn headache that throbbed and pulsed.
She didn’t know why crying caused her head to feel as if it was full of lead but as she wiped at her puffy, sore eyes she could feel it beat a pattern behind her forehead.
I'm not sure how I feel about this one.
It could have been literally anyone who answered the phone. Anyone at all yet it had to be the one person she didn’t want to speak to.
“Hello, you’re speaking to Jack, can I take your account number, please?”
Goddammit why did he take a job at the exact internet provider she used? That was so inconvenient of him. She couldn’t quite get it together enough to answer him. She opened her mouth and closed it again, sighing.
There were no stars to stare contemplatively at so she stared at the lamppost instead. It had given her a headache but it seemed like a better option than going back inside. There was a constant thud of music, so loud she could feel it in her chest. She had thought it might drown out the thrum of loneliness that coursed through her veins but it had only made it worse.
Tales written from a prompt in just 10 minutes.
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