#writinghigh

[autisicsophie]

I just got off a writers high because I had to write a short story for my ap lit class and it’s due in 30 minutes so I kinda cranked it out but also I have been working on it all day and I finally got like crazy inspiration for it. Anyways, coming down from the writers high makes everything extremely funny... that is all I wanted to say, good night.

[keciasparlin]

“Their beer-laden breath was heavy and hot. He groped her shirt, squeezing a breast. She moaned in his mouth.” ©2017 Kecia Sparlin

[half-baked-stories-blog]

The night air is crisp and cool, and our breath was easily discernable between each word spoken. My brother and I sat corner to corner, the object in question between us. “You can green it,” his tone is that of generosity, mixed with malevolence. Cautiously I grip it, pull it close, light, and inhale. This was our third bowl, and we were already blazed out of our minds. Feeling my limit, as we neared the end of it, I retired to my chamber to end the night with some lighthearted television comedy. It could have been an hour. It could have been only ten minutes. Three swift knocks on my door, and enters my brother once more. “So, uhh,” he’s a refined one, well versed, “Wanna fuckin…walmart?” I spend a moment, pooling my thoughts, unscrambling this puzzle, this conundrum before me, though my lips were quicker, “What?” “Said, you wanna…go to…y'know…walmart?” He was in no shape to be driving. And i was certainly not abled enough to be behind the wheel, but I acquiesce, and we drive, anxiously aware of the threat that we could be stopped and incarcerated at any moment. We reach our destination safely, and only now are we really feeling the full brunt of our previous endeavor. “The fuck you need at walmart?” I asked, peering over to him, trying to not appear as stoned as we both obviously were. “Like…CDs n shit. For my car.” He retorted, picking his way down the aisle, until finally we get before the CDs, “Should I get the Memorex? Or the other brand?” I scan the products. Same amount. But the Memorex is three dollars more. Obviously we ain’t doin that. Nuh uh. Not today homie. “Get the…fuckin…y'know…offbrand shit.” We argue slightly in front of the merchandise, before he finally gives in and grabs the offbrand. We hit our pillows the moment we get home, and sober up through the night.

The next day.

We wake up around 3 to 5pm. He’s late for work, so he just calls the day off-sick. The true story is that his battery died the night before. Most likely due to our escapades. So, we jump his vehicle, and hop in to get the alternator to finish charging it up, and hit the road. He flashes a smile and pops his fresh newly burned CD into the disc drive with a, “you ready for this?” Reading…reading…reading…disc error. He pops it out, looks it over, no scratches, pops it back in. Reading….reading…error. Again. So I pull the disc out, give it the ol once over, no issues that I can see. So I pop it back in with a, “maybe you fucked up when burning it.” Nonetheless, the car dies immediately after, and we are stuck, half a mile from home. So I run down, get my car, drive it back, jump it again, we reach home, and I get dressed and head off to work, putting the issues out of my mind.

Three hours pass.

My phone vibrates. Two minutes later, another vibration. Messages: DUDE

We bought DVDs last night.

[breakfastbag]

thesaurus for crappy