Enter at your own Risk

Daily Prompt: Clean House

Tell me about it.

There is definitely junk in my life! There is clutter. There are newspapers flying all around the room, folders seated in my bed, notebooks reclining in my chair. Give it back! I need to sit, too.

Makeup and chapstick and deodorant all dancing around the desk for some odd reason. Apple bags on the floor. A plastic Margarita glass flipped upside down. Sneakers on the ground. Pants on the ground. Oh yeah, and internal clutter!

Everyone’s life comes with clutter, whether you’re a neat freak or you’re me. There are people you don’t like. There are people you disdain. There is homework. There is scolding. There are reprimands and beasts and screechy chalkboards.

But then there is joy, and there is happiness.

I am content with my messy room. We are content with our messy lives.

Easy as 1, 2, 3 (High School)

Daily Prompt: A to Z

Create a short story, piece of memoir, or epic poem that is 26 sentences long, in which the first sentence begins with “A” and each sentence thereafter begins with the next letter of the alphabet.

Apparently we’re trapped in high school. Because high school is so grand. Can’t we just agree on that? Definitely!

Everyone is so enthused about high school. Float away on your magic tropic of destinies, for high school is where dreams come true, according to Tinkerbelle and Winnie the Poo. Goooo, High School!

Hello  old classes, old teachers, old stresses. I’d like to greet each and every one of you. Just because you were so great.


Lollipops were awarded to me in middle school, just for existing. Man it was nice to have a theatre arts director who also played the role of Candy Man. Not like there were lollipops in high school. Only dirty bathroom tiles.

People in high school: erratic, hormonal, insecure, and most importantly, selfish. Questioning who they are and who they aren’t. Reasoning with God the Almighty, praying for bigger triceps, a C-cup or even a larger…Sick! Testing everything out, which is pretty sick. Under the wisdom of their demented role models. Velvet Underground–“Lady Godiva’s Operation”/s, only nobody’s getting an operation and hopefully the  nude students aren’t strutting their stuff in the hallways. Wondering who they are.

X chromosomes. Y chromosomes.

Zany motherfuckers.

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