Creative Writing

Drugged Up

The alarm clock buzzes. It’s a chore to open my eyes. They spring back closed again. It’s still dark outside. The alarm clock reads 4:17 AM. I lie fatigued in my bed, trying to assimilate yesterday’s events. Trotting to the kitchen, I flick on the lights and close my eyes to escape the blinding presence of the fluorescent light. I open the cupboard, grab a white mug, and pour myself some coffee. I reach for a Danish wrapped in plastic. To my right, rumpled fast food packaging rests on the ...

Raisin

You hop around, scan your surroundings and hop away again. I lose sight of you, and speculate that you’re somewhere behind the table. I hear your soft paws scratching at wood floors somewhere in the distance. “Thump,” I look down and you’re right next to me! Ever since I was eight you’ve been zipping around the house, scavenging on dropped food and spilled water. I’ve had you since I was 8 years old. I remember the day when I came to pick you up from the county fair. I was restless in my ...

Rejection

I open the door to a shed that blares rust and cedar. I choke. This reminds me of the time I was happily walking along the street with you. You blinked in slow motion as you turned away, the sun glazed over the brim of your head. “HOLY CRAP!” I thought to myself, you are beautiful. At that time we were just friends, but after I saw the way the sun glazed over your hair as you turned away and blinked in slow motion I knew I wanted to upgrade our status. I moved in to hold your hand. You said ...