The Four of Us Are Dying*

Crunch

Darkness envelops us.

Crunch

We seek warmth in shrouds of pinks and blues and blacks.

Crunch

Noise. Oh, the noise – loud and obtrusive and filling cranial nooks and crannies with sound.

Crunch

Blinding light flashes.

Darkness

Light

Darkness

Crunch

Noise grows louder; cold, colder.

Aromas expand and diffuse and permeate.

Hunger

Crunch

Groans of anguish and pain and regret join the cacophony of voices both loud and soft and joyous and angry.

Darkness

Noise

Crunch

Cold

Hunger

Crunch

End the madness:

Turn on the lights and bump up the thermostat.

Pause the movie and come get supper.

Quit complaining about Taekwondo.

Stop chewing ice.

Crunch

*Apologies, Mr. Sterling.

This post is being published as part of Writing 101. Challenge 8: Write a post without using adverbs.

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Morning Routine

RunningBusinessmanWhy is it always like this? I leave the house early and end up being late. All I want is my coffee – two cream two sugar – and blueberry donut. The guy ahead of me must be an utter moron. Seriously, how long does it take to place an order? Who goes to a donut shop not knowing what they want. Seriously, it’s coffee and donuts. That’s it. Nothing complicated. Just hurry it up already, not all of us have all day.

???????????????????????????????I’m running on empty here. Night shift at the hospital ER takes its toll. I just need something to make it home. Black coffee should do it. Don’t forget something for the wife; she’ll be leaving for work soon. I wish we could spend more time together. At least we have some time together. I know some families won’t have that any more. Not after last night. Now which one does she like again? The regular with chocolate glaze or the chocolate with regular glaze? I know she’ll eat whatever, but I’d like it to be right. She sacrifices so much. Where is my wallet? Don’t tell me I left it in my locker again.

???????????????????????????????It’s 7:15. I’ve been at work since 4:00. Three hours, fifteen minutes. Fifteen minutes to break. Then four and a half hours to end of shift. Don’t forget to pay the electric on the way home. Sleep til 4 and then evening shift at the diner. Home by 10:00. Is this my weekend for Jared or not? One more day to the weekend. I actually have all of Sunday off. I haven’t been to church in ages. I should go. If I’m not sleeping. Oh look: another customer. Whatever pays the bills.

This post is being published as part of Writing 101. Challenge 9: Write a scene from three different points of view.

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