Dane
Short Story 2
Sitting down I remember why I am here. I look around and jot everything I see into my brain. White things. That’s most of what I jot down. It’s all so new to me and I don’t know why. No one is here. I don’t who I am. Nothing is coming back to me. It’s like having to suffer the excruciating pain of birth again. To me, it seems like none of this is real. I just don’t know. My mind is blank. I dont even remember why I’m here anymore. What do I see? White. Still white. Nothing has changed, and I don’t think anything will. Has my mind gone crazy? I feel a pain in my right side. It’s someone pawing at me. Nothing will happen to me. At least that’s the one thing I think before the thought is blown away by the rest of my useless, ignorant brain. I don’t know what happened before I ended up here. After that single thought, there comes a small noise from somewhere. Is that real? Or is my mind just playing tricks on me?
Sitting down I remember why I am here. I look around and jot everything I see into my brain. White things. That’s most of what I jot down. It’s all so new to me and I don’t know why. No one is here. I don’t who I am. Nothing is coming back to me. It’s like having to suffer the excruciating pain of birth again. To me, it seems like none of this is real. I just don’t know. My mind is blank. I dont even remember why I’m here anymore. What do I see? White. Still white. Nothing has changed, and I don’t think anything will. Has my mind gone crazy? I feel a pain in my right side. It’s someone pawing at me. Nothing will happen to me. At least that’s the one thing I think before the thought is blown away by the rest of my useless, ignorant brain. I don’t know what happened before I ended up here. After that single thought, there comes a small noise from somewhere. Is that real? Or is my mind just playing tricks on me?
Beauty
I walked up to the door, and it was quiet, too quiet. I opened the door, and a rush of cool air whipped by me. “I can’t believe it,” I thought, “ This is actually happening.” I looked inside and I saw her. She was sitting there with her dark eyes and dark hair wearing her white coat with her dark brown dress striped with white. I took her out and closed the door after. I walked with her to my kitchen, where I cut a slice. Then I took her back to her house and opened the door, and another gust of air rushed by my face . I let her be, when I opened the door, and the way she sat made me want more. But when all was said and done, I had to leave. So I did. I walked back to my kitchen where I grabbed my slice and thought, “This is nice.” But sadly, all good things must come to an end, and this one has to too. I will wait till next time to meet her, with her white coat, and her dress that’s dark brown and striped with white. My one, my only, my love. Cake.