Jewelry I sold at the Flea Market today! It really felt good to see people who really wanted them :)

chelsapp:

Star Winnie (by ben6835)

(Source: romanthebarbarian)

You know what’s awesome?

1. Having your final project (a book report on the book you’ve forgotten to read) due at 11 pm

2. Getting arrested on that same day at 9 pm

3. Sitting in jail

4. Having your boyfriend call his cousin (a bail bondsman) to bail you out

5. Not knowing what time it is the whole time you are in your little cell

6. Getting out after 12 am

7. Realizing you have now failed all of your classes, and life.

8. Seeing your mugshot

9. Getting a Got Bail? T-shirt. It’s pink. I am ashamed. :(

None of this was supposed to happen. I mean, this can’t be my life right now. I’m dreaming. Yep.

I sit here, drenched in a coagulating mixture of my blood and his, waiting for my real eyes to open to a vision of a white ceiling fan, a glowing alarm clock, and the promise of a hefty sleeping pill to get me through the night after a horrible dream like this one.

But I blink, I stare into the too-bright florescent lighting of the gas station’s convenience store and realize I’m not going to wake up.

This is real.

This really happened.

My hands shake as I peel them from my ensanguined clothing. Lying on the floor as I am gives me a much too detailed view of the state of disrepair the store is in. It hits me that I’m more concerned about the dust bunnies gathering around the dead man’s face than I am with the fact that I’m the one that killed him.

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Just something I’m working on for a short story in my Creative Writing course. ROUGH stages at the moment.

Looking up some creative writing prompts because I have to write another short story for my CW class and I’m stumped. Saw this:

5) Creative writing ideas - the evil roommate

Your character meets her new roommate. She thinks the roommate is nice. The roommate is NOT nice. The roommate is obsessed with power. The roommate wants to control every little detail of the apartment and also wants to control your character’s life. Don’t tell us any of this. Show it.

and it just screamed THIS IS YOUR LIFE. LOOK AT IT.

Newest roommate, whose name I really don’t know because her mail (and even what she writes on her food/milk jugs) is different every time. I’ve seen:

• Sabrina Bella Hill
• Bella Sabrina
• Christina Sabrina Hill
• Christina Bella Hill

Should I be very, very afraid?

Ha, plus she’s a control freak. She’s started this whole passive-aggressive battle in the apartment. And yes, we’ve put the “Apart” back in Apartment.

Everyone stays in their rooms at all times.

You do not exit your room if you hear a voice in the kitchen. You wait.

There is a note on the kitchen counter that goes something like this:

“Remember girls, we are SHARING the kitchen. Please remember to CLEAN anything you spill on the sink or on the stove and do your own dishes. A clean kitchen equals happy roomies!”

Yeah.

YEAH.

I’m sorry but I’m not going to “wash” a sink. Just like I’m not going to wash a washing machine or dishwasher.

And… I don’t use the stove anymore since I don’t like running into my roommates. Microwave and takeout are much shorter. My life is a series of being unwelcome in different places. Yay.

(And not to be nit-picky but totally still being nit-picky: Someone “noname roommate with a secret identity” left a plate of crumbs (egad!) in the sink. She also has left a hotdog in a pan of water on the stove overnight which is just plain disgusting. Also, Nancy leaves a vat of fat/grease/oil on the stove at all times which is… nasty.)

And yet I’m the one that gets called out on.

Whatever.

Sorry I’m an easy target. Stupid non-confrontational nature.

Anyhow, for some reason Sabrina/Bella/Christina whatever her real name is Hill, feels the need to write her name(s) on everything. Milk, Hot Dog buns, Ketchup, etc. And she keeps her plates and cereal in her room. What is that? Like I’m going to toss her plates against the wall or something???

So then Nancy did the same.

And then I followed.

Because I just wanted her to see that, yes I have Milk. I have Ketchup. I have Ranch Dressing. I have Canned Fruits.

I don’t even bother to rub it in their faces that the utensils and plates and cups and mugs that they so often use when theirs are drying by the sink belong to me. That I don’t scrawl my name all over them to make them feel like I don’t trust them.

darksilenceinsuburbia:

Byron Eggenschwiler.The Future of Acting.

Client: Maisonneuve           

(Source: newgroundstuck)