Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Short story of the week also!

The egg cracked in my hands. It wasn't a big deal, just throw it out, get a new one. I couldn't afford to skip breakfast today. The next egg was perfect. I always enjoyed hard boiled eggs. Put it in the pot, turn the heat up, put the next in.

The stove didn't turn on. I had forgotten to pay the electric bill. I grabbed an apple, bit into it. Rotten. I had nothing to eat. Everything except the eggs was either rotten, or required electricity to make.

The day couldn't go to waste. I got dressed. Called my boyfriend, told him I'd be there in an hour.

As I was driving to his house, I noticed a side road. Not any side road. The same side road that seemed to call to me every time I drove by. I had enough time to see where it lead. I turned down it.

It was beautiful. I rolled my windows down. Birds flew about, flowers were in bloom. A creek whispered happily nearby. The trees seemed to sing of the joys of life. I was hypnotized by the beauty.

I looked at my phone. Low battery. I had a spare charger at my boyfriends house. It was of little consequence. The time said I had been on the road for half an hour. Time to turn around.

As I was turning, a truck came speeding down towards me. I tried to get out of its way, but I was awkwardly placed. It hit me full force at my side. I blacked out.

I woke up, blood everywhere. I had been hit into the creek. I tried to move, but the door of the car had been crushed into my legs. I was stuck.

No longer was this a place of beauty. There were no birds, no flowers. The creek seemed to murmur death. The trees looked as demons.

I tried to reach my phone. It was nowhere in sight. Slowly, the car was filling up with water. My hands were bloodied, as were my legs, face, and chest. It wasn't possible for a body to have this much blood.

I blacked out again. When I woke up, I was in my house. I went to make eggs. The first I took cracked in my hands. I got a second, and put it in a pot on the stove. The stove wouldn't turn on, so I grabbed an apple. It tasted like death. I went to lie down.

I woke up again. It had been four days now that I was trapped in my car. My wounds felt of infection. I thought of how happy this placed seemed, so long ago. Now it was merely death. I thought of my boyfriend. He was either worried or angry. He was going to propose to me that day, so long ago. I remember my sister telling me, then realizing what she had said. I had laughed.

I wondered if I could ever laugh again, feel his touch, hear her voice. I started to cry. I cried until I fell once more asleep.

I woke up again, and this time there were people nearby. They were talking about something. I listened.

" 2 years or so. You said you found this car out here while hiking?"

2 years? I've only been here several days! I tried moving, screaming. I tried to open my eyes! I could do nothing!

"Well, I'll have him taken to the morgue. He deserves a proper burial."

Burial?! Was I dead?


  1. Tell me what you think about it. Bad, good, what could be done to improve, etc.

  2. an interesting story, it just needs a couple readthroughs to edit small errors (extra words, verb tense, etc.)
    I'm not sure if you were going for this or not, but the short sentence structure of the blackout paragraphs come off as a bit abrupt.

  3. I was going for haphazard verb tense, extra words, and erratic sentence structure ;)

  4. so you couldn't afford to be skip breakfast today?