I've decided to write a series of short (very short) stories. This post includes the first installment of these stories. As it turns out, they're all true and they're all about me. Woops. Anyway, we'll see how this goes.
"Why am I getting a notification in this, the darkest hour?" she wondered aloud. Then she saw it was eight o'clock and she'd been up all night.
-April 2
Her heart became a hummingbird because she had eaten powdered sugar, so she walked around a lot with nothing to do.
-April 6
The thing that excited her most about the upcoming road trip was the opportunity to make mix CD's. She thought about that instead of her finals.
-April 11
As she told a story about the amount of sleep she was getting, she realized those were the only stories college students ever told, and she was tired of them.
-April 11
As she filled the smoothie machines, she imagined what it would feel like if they all exploded and covered her in slush. She welcomed the thought. Instead, her supervisor came and informed her that she'd won a free lunch for cleaning so well.
-April 15
She didn't want to throw the orange peel away because she had removed it in one piece, but she couldn't keep it forever. She said a little eulogy as she tossed it in the trash.
-April 22
End note: I illustrated these and intended to include the illustrations....but I'm a horrible artist, so I threw them away instead.
Also, I realize these are incredibly boring. It's experimental.
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