Through the door

He came rushing through the door that I thought I had locked, my spare keys in his hand, and I looked at him with a brow raised. "What's up?"

He was panting hard, breathing in, then out, then in, then out, and finally one huge sigh. "You'll never believe what just happened!" He exclaimed. I looked at him with a blank stare to show my apathy. My lips twitched as they usually did when I kept my face still.

He let out an exhausted sounding laugh, and continued, "The chief of the fire department down the street has got himself a new girlfriend!!!"

I rolled my eyes with my most dramatic wave of the hand. "Leave me alone, Gary," I said, "I don't have time for useless things like that."

The expression on Gary's face suddenly turned from excitement to something that looked like he just got slapped across the cheek. Hard...

He nodded quietly and whispered an apology, turning around, shoulders slumped, and dragging his legs in front of him to leave and still managing to shut the door behind him. I heard the click of it being locked and I relaxed against the cushions of my couch.

The room was empty once again, the way it was before Gary had come in. And yet, I felt the air around me to be different. He'd changed the atmosphere in less than two minutes and it frustrated me to know that more of it was my fault than his.

"Fine," I mumbled to myself, "I'll apologize, too..." I hated when things like this happened, but it couldn't be helped.

I got up from the couch that I had, in only seconds ago, been sleeping on, and slipped into my shoes. Before I did anything else, I wave of drowsiness swept over me and I had to stand against the wall to prevent my fall. "Geez...I shouldn't have gotten up so fast."

As I was waiting for the room to stop spinning, I heard the doorbell ring aloud throughout my house. "Who could that be?" I asked myself. "Ha! Maybe it's Gary again." But I knew I was wrong because once you told Gary to leave, he wouldn't show his sorry face again until he knew it was okay. And if it really was him, he would just go on ahead and use my spare keys again. Gary never used doorbells.

I took a step forward and felt something in my right shoe. "Huh?"

I looked down at my feet and back up at the sound of another doorbell. I hesitated for a while and finally concluded on making my way to the door first. Whatever was in my shoe could wait; the one that was repeatedly ringing my doorbell and now knocking loud on the door could not.

Why did they have to knock so loud anyways? I felt the urgency through the sound of their banging. "Who is it!?" I yelled behind the door and waited for an answer. There was a moment of hesitation and then-

"I'd like to use your bathroom please!"

That's weird, I thought. It seemed peculiar and very suspicious. The voice seemed unfamiliar and I guessed it to be some random druggie looking for a place to ruin. "Sorry, but not here!" I yelled in response.

"OPEN THIS FREAKING DOOR OR WE'LL FORCE IT DOWN!" He screamed, hysteric in his tone.

What? What's going on? I felt my heart pulsating faster and faster in my chest as I backed away from the door. Who's 'we?' I thought.

All Fun And Games

My toes are freezing and I can feel the air around me, so cold as if death has come for a visit. I smile, my head twisting round and round. The image in my head makes me laugh and I can't stop giggling at the absurdity of the unrealistic action of insanity.

"Shh!" My sister furrows her brow. She's focused and frustrated at the books and documents laid out in front of her. She's studying hard, but I don't think she's studying hard enough. Distractions are not a good thing for her, but that is something I care not for. Whatever she's having troubles with is her problem and not mine.

I let out a breath. I can see the cloud of icy air that takes form as I exhale. I smile at this, too. I hate the cold, but the smallest things can easily amuse me.

A look over at my older sister once again and her hand scribbles so furiously on one of her notebooks, moving left to right and down one line, repeating the process hastily over and over again.

I slowly and quietly tip toe over to her and peer over her shoulder, getting a glimpse of some of the unreadable words. Numbers I think i see, but can't be too sure of. My eyes graze over the back of her exposed neck because she has her hair up in a ponytail.

I bring myself closer until my nose is only inches away from her skin. I open my mouth and slowly, very slowly, and I smile suddenly blowing cold, frosted air towards her making her jump and scream. "KATHIIEEEEEEE!!!!"

I drop to the floor, laughing hysterically! The world is spinning and singing and joy oh joy! I can't hear anything else except for the sound of my own self, who by the way, sounds like some crazy crack addict gone nuts! Hahahahah!

The One That Got Away

***Writing prompt from http://www.creativewritingprompts.com/

Prompt #282: Write from the point of view of a virus about to infect an important document.


I can see it! At the end of the tunnel! It's sweet, shining light is calling for me. It wants me to come! It does! The light is the brightest I've ever seen and it teases me with all that it has. The numbers and letters don't make sense, but it doesn't matter because it never matters! There is no wall to secure it from me; no defense; nothing to keep me away!

I head faster towards my unprotected prey, and I can feel jolts of electricity passing by, as well as more numbers and codes that mean nothing to me. It's all a game, somewhat like capture the flag, and this flag I have already claimed.

My insides feel bubbly and I know it is because of my excitement and hunger. I have not had a purpose for quite a while, and now at this moment, I feel as if I once again have that life-fulfilling meaning.

I open my mouth, bits of infected data falling out and spreading through the tunnel. I bite into the light, and information swells inside my stomach. Oh! It's such a wonderful feeling! I consume the biggest numbers, the most urgent words, tables, and graphs, and so much more! It's like an all-you-can-eat buffet and I have been starving for long enough!

It isn't long until the hollow space, where the document is being kept, is lighting up with red alerts all around it. I only smile and laugh as I spit out more infectious data down onto the system where I was currently bathing in glory and strenth. Anything and everything that it or myself touches can slow everything down.

I continue to feast on the large document that strikes me so strange as to why it has no defense at all. Just by the taste of it, I can feel its massive importance. Does no one care at all or are humans just becoming more ignorant? Maybe they have this backed up? And if they do...I wonder hysterically where they could be hiding it. Now, I want more of this than just what I already have.

I can feel my greed becoming my actual existence and I have no care at all. HAHAHAH!

Alphabet Poem

***Writing prompt from http://www.writersdigest.com/WritingPrompts/

Write a 26-line poem using all the letters of the alphabet, where the first line starts with the letter "A," the second "B," the third "C," etc., culminating with the final line starting with "Z."

Please limit your response to 500 words or fewer.


Are there sweets and goods and smiles?
Be there treats to have worthwhile?
Can you see the orange sea?
Do you feel the need to be?

Every sunset has a song
For the ones that don't belong.
Greatful to the Gods above;
Happiness with my true love.

I am free as winds can howl
Just as hooting little owls
Keep the night under wing -
Lonely souls that sweetly sing.

My one and only does arise
Never blinking, no surprise.
Over hills and mountains - crash!
Pending doom; We turn to ash!

Quit the jokes, this is real!
Ropes and traps, even...banana peels?
So they've tried to catch us again.
Those silly theives; those foolish crooks!

Up and about, we'll leave again,
Voicing our dreams every now and then,
Waiting for water to part once more;
Xuthus will watch every single shore.

Yelling out life as we turn into dreams,
Zodiac signs are all I have seen.

I Am Sane

Yes! Hahahah! I'm sane! Of course I'm sane! Hahah! Are you kidding? Are you sane? I know I am! You don't think I am? I don't care what you think! I know what I think! And I think I am sane! You don't believe me? You should believe me! Believe my sanity! Hahah! My sanity is real! Are you?

Just A Moment

His face twisted and turned as blood sputtered out of his mouth, his taste buds filling with its irony, warm taste. The icy, cold metal blade swung once again and swiftly cut through his arm, forming a menacing silence and he gurgled a low moan that could have been the last thing he'd wanted to say.

***Oh blahh...~