jamlosingthegame
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Just posting some stuff I wrote up at my Creative Writing class and figured I should get more input on my writing. Might not be good but I hope you enjoy.
Let's start with the most unusual.
Let's start with the most unusual.
It was the year of coffee. It had been soda years since the founding of Orange. This also reminds people of the War with Watermelon. This was the beginning of the Culinar Wars. Orange and Watermelon had been fighting for Tea years. However, this quickly frightened Apple, Pear, and Pineapple, so they decided to create buffer zones between Orange and Watermelon. Afterwards, which was Smoothie years ago, tensions calmed and all would be forgiven. However, it would be Water years till peace could be brought. This wouldn't help since Spice was a central city part of both Orange and Watermelon. Plans to split up Spice were underway, today in the year of coffee. Hopefully, peace would come as early as Gatorade years.
It was Saturday and the sky shone red. Yawning I go to my mailbox with a gait. Eyes half-opened half-closed I open my mailbox and get my mail. It wasn't until I get to the kitchen table that I notice something unusual. "Why do I have a lemon?" My roommate falls down the stairs face first, "Lucy, did we order a lemon?"
"Lemon?" She responds, face still on the floor.
"Yeah. We got a lemon in the mailbox." I sit next on the first step next to her.
"Dunno why. Now you got me thirsty for lemonade."
"I'll go make some. But first get up from the floor.?
"I don't wanna."
"Fine no lemonade for you."
"I hate you."
"Love you too Lucy."
I walk to the kitchen lemon in hand. Just as I was about get the knife to cut the lemon, something else strikes my mind. "I don't remember having a roommate." Lucy finally walks in.
"By the way, that was some party last night wasn't it?" It was only now I know why there's a lemon in my mailbox.
EDIT: I just noticed the spelling mistake on the topic title. Boy what a writer I could become if I made less of those.He stops suddenly. Pans up and looks up at the clear blue sky. The Autumn leaves slowly falling as the quiet wind caresses the surrounding trees and free-falling leaves. He scouts ahead. A brick road before him. Familiar. Very familiar. He turns around. A building, several to be exact. They weren't there before. Another quick 180. Two young teens. on the brick road. He can only see the boy, but the girl is facing away. Inaudible dialogue. He doesn't need to hear them. He knows what they are saying. The man never forgot. He looks up again. "I'd thought I'd leave the past behind, but it looks like it came back." That day a few years ago was when he met her.