| I promised I would put writing on here eventually. So here it is, now that I write seriously. A short sketch for 500 words.
He walked down the hall, jingling his keys and staring at
the walls, trying to shake the feeling that everything was blurry. He had an
unexplained feeling...he tried to think of the problems at school, the snow
outside, but his mind returned, again and again, to...he searched inside. Then
he suddenly said, "It's her." It admission sounded eerie in the empty
hall. He realized he couldn’t stop thinking about her. "No," he
thought, "I don’t even like her. I mean, she’s..." He searched for
some faults, trying to suppress the feeling inside. He tried but couldn’t force
her out of his mind. He laughed to himself as the cold outside hit him in the
face as he walked out the door. "This will all pass," he told himself
"it's just that I’m tired and...There’s so much on my mind these day. A
simple fling. I thought I could manage just to have fun and not get
attached...attached? What? I'm not attached!" He thought of her name. Ashley.
Ashley. Ashley. He fumbled and put the key in the ignition, shaking his head at
his own ridiculousness. "This is getting kind of ridiculous," he said
to himself. He drove home fast. “Why am I driving so fast? Why?” He quickly
walked in the house and turned on his computer. One message. His heart beat
faster and faster as he clicked and read. "this weekend..." "Is
this really going to happen? Am I really...going to...do this?" He
stuttered in his own mind. He leaned back, but feeling the precariousness of
his situation reflected physically, he stood up suddenly and started pacing his
room. He felt nervous, more nervous than he’d been for months. "Is this
love? What? I don’t even fall in love! The things...the things she
says...those...those faults...what am I going to do?" Thoughts raced and
he felt weak inside. He tried to calm down and see things rationally.
"Comon," he told himself, "You're the most clearheaded person I
know. Now, what is...?” The image of her body flashed through his mind. He felt
the desire slowly pouring out of his heart into the rest of his body. He clenched
his teeth bit his tongue, trying not to remember the curve of her waist, the
smell of her hair, the touch of her hands. "This is impossible...this
can’t be...This..." Excitement mounted. He lay down on the bed and closed
his eyes. It was a pleasant feeling of nervousness that racked his bones.
He wanted to turn is head and see her lying there, smiling into his eyes. He
shook the picture out of his mind. |
