The nurse left at 5 o'clock so I wasnt able to give her my medical papers. Its friday so now I have to wait till monday, isnt that great. im at home watching t.v, have homework but I have tomorrow to start it. Most of my friends are out partying, im not apart of that scene. im the type who sits home and watches romantic and sad movies.
Watching a movie called 'Sweet November' my favorite movie, My fone rings , It's a text message.
Its from josh. 'Hey whats up, I was just wondering if your not busy if we can talk.' it read.
'Im not busy at all so we can talk now, whats up?'. I reply.
I wonder what he could possibly want to talk to me about. i knew josh for about five years now and ive had a crush on him and of course he knew. the thing he doesnt know is that i love him desperately. he is perfect in so many ways, he's a great person to go to when you need to talk to someone, he's very athletic, he's funny, he's up to date on fashion, and his swagger is just incredible.
five minutes passed, my fone ringed but now its him calling.
"Hello." I greeted.
"Hey." he responded.
"So what is it that you wanted to talk to me about?". I pressed.
"Its very complicated,- but I want to do it in person ok so I can tell you face to face." he said hesitating at times.
"Oh ok." I said.
"Can you meet me today? , in about an hour?". he asked with hope in his voice.
"Yes i said where at?" I asked.
"At the park." he said.
Click, he hung up the fone. Wow what could be so important that he needs to tell me face to face?. Well I guss I'll figure that out in about an hour. It just dawned on me me; I only have an hour to get ready!
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
3 minute fiction
the nurse left work at 5 o'clock hoped in her car and was on her way to her other job at the circus when she remembered that she forgot her wallet in one of the patients rooom's. By the time she got back to the hospital visiting hours was over an the hallways were extremly dark. it seemed like the hospital had a very gloomy and dark feeling at night. when she got there she was very surprised. when she reached the hospitals lobby she saw that all the patients were up and roaming the hospitals floors. one of her favorite patients was walking towards her. she was about to ask him " what he was doing up soo late at night" when she noticed the how glassy his eyes looked and all the blood ozzing from his mouth and head. she started to scream and run to the exit, her bought so much attention to her that the other brain eating zombie patients all started coming towards her blocking her way out. she turned and ran to the elevators but was soon dissapointed when she discovered they were not wroking. she didnt know what esle to do and she needed an exit quick the zombies were right behind moveing in even closer when she remembered there was a stairwell to her left. she took a mad dash for the staircase as soon as she saw the zombies were just inchs away from her she ran to the third floor in hope of reaching the main office were she was able to contact the police for help. she would have to hurry because it seem like the more she ran the closer the zombies were. at last she reached the third floor having to depend on her sense of touch to fell her way around for the office door. when she finally found it she became so fustrated to find that the door was locked and knowing that she was suppose to pick up her new set of keys didnt make her fell any better. she tryed the door again kicking and banging it "damn" she screamed when the door would budge. she soon regreted that when she herad the loud moaning groaning coming in her direction. if she wanted to life she had to think fast she was about to give up when she found a chair a few feet away from the door. she quickly grabed the cahir and through it in the top of the door which broke the glass easly with such loud impact that she knew she would have to be in and out of there she calculated that she had a bout 40 seconds to make a phone call and then find somewhere safe for a while. so she hoped over the door makeing sure to avoid the glass that was still sticking from the door like sharp blades. she started felling the wall to find the phone when she got the fun she kept thinking that her time was runing up really fast. she quickly dailed 911 she waited as the phone rang three times when the operater picked up and asked her what was her emergency she was about to answer when a hand came out of no where and hung the phone up. she slowly turned around to find that she was surrounded she was a bout to scream for her life when the lights suddently turned on and everyone yelled "surprise happy bithday hannah"
not mr drozd's 3 minute fiction
"The nurse left work at five o' clock." Gary lifted his head from the newspaper. His heavy-lidded eyes always gave the impression that he was half asleep. I took it on faith that he struggled with back acne, the way he was always scratching at his neck.
"Oh yeah?"
Gary turned in his chair so he was facing me. He said, "That means she only had about two hours left to live."
Unlucky stories were a common part of our morning ritual.
"Mm hmm." I swept a pile of crumbs, mostly salt, from the counter onto my palm.
"I wonder what she would have said if she knew some crazy person was going to kill her, you know, before she even got home."
I dropped the crumbs in the trash, wiped my hands on my pants and noticed a sticky patch on my right pocket.
"Dunno. Something like, 'Thanks for the hot tip, I guess I won't stress out over this crossword,'" I said.
Gary went back to his paper. His forehead looked like a collapsed accordion.
"You're making fun of me. I know that much."
Nodding, I picked at the fresh stain. The sun was almost up. I glanced at the clock. 5:43.
"About 15 minutes — I still need you to get the coffee going and take this garbage out."
Gary pushed the paper across the table, and came behind the counter, reaching past me to get to the drawer with the filters. I took the folded phone bill from my pocket, flattened it against the counter and added it to the stack of outgoing mail by the register. Behind me Gary started the process of making our standard three pots of regular and single pot of decaf.
"I wonder if she had a dog," he said. Gary was the type that was over-generous with the grounds, always scooping with a measuring cup, never a regular spoon. "And it was used to her getting home at the same time every night. So it could hold its pee until then, but probably not much longer."
This job was a series of small conversations occasionally broken up by customers. It took effort keeping up. My thoughts have their own inertia.
A week earlier I came home after a shift to find a note from my wife on the oven. She was staying with her friend Lynne for a while to try and figure out the best way to fix our relationship. The fact that she chose the word "relationship" instead of "marriage" led me to believe she had already reached a decision about how to fix it. Waiting by the window for her car to pull up would not be a good use of my time.
The letter was written on the back of the phone bill, below the perforated section you send back with the check. She didn't bother signing it.
Guarding personal business is a tendency that runs in my family, so the image of a room full of clock-watchers making unfair comments about me while passing the bill back and forth over their cubicles was enough for me to spend a few minutes blotting out each letter with a paint marker.
Gary was still busy with the coffee. I grabbed the mail and my keys and walked to the front door. Not looking back, I said, "Maybe she had a cat."
"Oh yeah?"
Gary turned in his chair so he was facing me. He said, "That means she only had about two hours left to live."
Unlucky stories were a common part of our morning ritual.
"Mm hmm." I swept a pile of crumbs, mostly salt, from the counter onto my palm.
"I wonder what she would have said if she knew some crazy person was going to kill her, you know, before she even got home."
I dropped the crumbs in the trash, wiped my hands on my pants and noticed a sticky patch on my right pocket.
"Dunno. Something like, 'Thanks for the hot tip, I guess I won't stress out over this crossword,'" I said.
Gary went back to his paper. His forehead looked like a collapsed accordion.
"You're making fun of me. I know that much."
Nodding, I picked at the fresh stain. The sun was almost up. I glanced at the clock. 5:43.
"About 15 minutes — I still need you to get the coffee going and take this garbage out."
Gary pushed the paper across the table, and came behind the counter, reaching past me to get to the drawer with the filters. I took the folded phone bill from my pocket, flattened it against the counter and added it to the stack of outgoing mail by the register. Behind me Gary started the process of making our standard three pots of regular and single pot of decaf.
"I wonder if she had a dog," he said. Gary was the type that was over-generous with the grounds, always scooping with a measuring cup, never a regular spoon. "And it was used to her getting home at the same time every night. So it could hold its pee until then, but probably not much longer."
This job was a series of small conversations occasionally broken up by customers. It took effort keeping up. My thoughts have their own inertia.
A week earlier I came home after a shift to find a note from my wife on the oven. She was staying with her friend Lynne for a while to try and figure out the best way to fix our relationship. The fact that she chose the word "relationship" instead of "marriage" led me to believe she had already reached a decision about how to fix it. Waiting by the window for her car to pull up would not be a good use of my time.
The letter was written on the back of the phone bill, below the perforated section you send back with the check. She didn't bother signing it.
Guarding personal business is a tendency that runs in my family, so the image of a room full of clock-watchers making unfair comments about me while passing the bill back and forth over their cubicles was enough for me to spend a few minutes blotting out each letter with a paint marker.
Gary was still busy with the coffee. I grabbed the mail and my keys and walked to the front door. Not looking back, I said, "Maybe she had a cat."
3 minute fiction. XD
the nurse left work at 5 o'clock. She began to walk quickly home. She sang along to some Whitney Houston as she walked, she began to feel like someone was following her. She quickened her pace without turning around. at this point in her walk, she was completely oblivious to her ipod, and was walking faster than she intended, after five minutes she realized she was being ridiculous and turned around, but there was nothing there. relieved she changed the song, and sung along to a cobra starship song, that somehow made its way on to her library. maybe its something her daughter downloaded?
"you're a hot mess, but im falling for you!" the nurse sang aloud. as the the song faded to a close. the nurse heard heavy quick steps seeming to come from behind her. She convinced herself it was nothing, and that she should probably lay off the horror movies. she never did like all that girlie hullabaloo. but even as she took a stroll down memory lane, she felt as if there was someone behind her, watching possibly following her, she wasn't quite sure what to do. She concealed a mental freak out, by singing rather quietly. she looked up to mentally calculate how much father she had to walk, when panic erupted from deep inside.
"where the hell am i? how the hell does a grown woman whose lived in the same neighborhood for 10 years get lost 20 minutes from her house?!" the nurse yelled rather loudly as she fished around in her bag for her phone. she decided she'd call a cab shed be a bit later than usual but the kids were fine there was money in the take out jar, and tons of crap on tv to keep them entertained. The nurse continued to fish around and to no avail, decided that today could get no worse. and then she realized, it was getting dark.
in her mind the pieces fit like a puzzle made in csi: ny. some creep had spotted her and made her the star of his own sick fantasy.. stolen her cell phone, and caused her to walk aimlessly through out the city.
Now she was panicking, she had turned around to try to get back to the hospital and hitch a ride, or take a cab. she just needed to be home.
then she heard it, a quick rhythmic thumping behind her, she turned to see a small girl, she was no more than 8, the nurse impulsively walked over to the girl, and asked
"are you ok sweetie?". the girl said nothing she just stared blankly into the distance. the nurse couldnt help but stare at the marvelous beauty of this child, her corn silk blonde hair, her blue almost violet eyes, and then the nurse thought this child had to be angel, something so beautiful had to be a godsend. the nurse then felt a wall of anger smack her right in her core, how could someone abandon this child? how could they tear themselves away from her?how?!
the nurse had been so enveloped in her mental ranting she almost didnt see the girls perfectly white teeth, a straight line except for her, fangs?
"what the hell?" the nurse backed up slowly, pure horror movie style. as the nurse turned to run, the little "angel" was already in front of the nurse, she was trapped.
the smell of blood was thick in the air that night. it was already 7 when the kids began to worry, they went through every possible explanation for why mom was late.
"maybe she went to the store, in new jersey?"
"why the hell would she be in jersey?!"
"i dont know, ok, im just guessing..."
it was around 10 when the kids began to freak out, Jamie had gotten his sister to eat, cookies and ice cream but at least she'd eaten.
he turned on the news, hoping there would be some explanation for his mothers extreme lateness. he wished it would be as simple as, the news caster saying
"hey Jamie, your mom told me to tell you shes going to the moon for take out, don't wait up!" but he was hoping for anything.
the weather had declared tomorrow to be cloudy and cold, he hadnt even begun to process anything hed picked up in the last hour of hope, when he heard panicked screams.
"MOM?!" he ran to the door, to see his mom, with her coat ripped open, and crusted blood on her neck and down her front....
"you're a hot mess, but im falling for you!" the nurse sang aloud. as the the song faded to a close. the nurse heard heavy quick steps seeming to come from behind her. She convinced herself it was nothing, and that she should probably lay off the horror movies. she never did like all that girlie hullabaloo. but even as she took a stroll down memory lane, she felt as if there was someone behind her, watching possibly following her, she wasn't quite sure what to do. She concealed a mental freak out, by singing rather quietly. she looked up to mentally calculate how much father she had to walk, when panic erupted from deep inside.
"where the hell am i? how the hell does a grown woman whose lived in the same neighborhood for 10 years get lost 20 minutes from her house?!" the nurse yelled rather loudly as she fished around in her bag for her phone. she decided she'd call a cab shed be a bit later than usual but the kids were fine there was money in the take out jar, and tons of crap on tv to keep them entertained. The nurse continued to fish around and to no avail, decided that today could get no worse. and then she realized, it was getting dark.
in her mind the pieces fit like a puzzle made in csi: ny. some creep had spotted her and made her the star of his own sick fantasy.. stolen her cell phone, and caused her to walk aimlessly through out the city.
Now she was panicking, she had turned around to try to get back to the hospital and hitch a ride, or take a cab. she just needed to be home.
then she heard it, a quick rhythmic thumping behind her, she turned to see a small girl, she was no more than 8, the nurse impulsively walked over to the girl, and asked
"are you ok sweetie?". the girl said nothing she just stared blankly into the distance. the nurse couldnt help but stare at the marvelous beauty of this child, her corn silk blonde hair, her blue almost violet eyes, and then the nurse thought this child had to be angel, something so beautiful had to be a godsend. the nurse then felt a wall of anger smack her right in her core, how could someone abandon this child? how could they tear themselves away from her?how?!
the nurse had been so enveloped in her mental ranting she almost didnt see the girls perfectly white teeth, a straight line except for her, fangs?
"what the hell?" the nurse backed up slowly, pure horror movie style. as the nurse turned to run, the little "angel" was already in front of the nurse, she was trapped.
the smell of blood was thick in the air that night. it was already 7 when the kids began to worry, they went through every possible explanation for why mom was late.
"maybe she went to the store, in new jersey?"
"why the hell would she be in jersey?!"
"i dont know, ok, im just guessing..."
it was around 10 when the kids began to freak out, Jamie had gotten his sister to eat, cookies and ice cream but at least she'd eaten.
he turned on the news, hoping there would be some explanation for his mothers extreme lateness. he wished it would be as simple as, the news caster saying
"hey Jamie, your mom told me to tell you shes going to the moon for take out, don't wait up!" but he was hoping for anything.
the weather had declared tomorrow to be cloudy and cold, he hadnt even begun to process anything hed picked up in the last hour of hope, when he heard panicked screams.
"MOM?!" he ran to the door, to see his mom, with her coat ripped open, and crusted blood on her neck and down her front....
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Three Minute Fiction.
The nurse left work at five o'clock. It was an incredible and hectic day for her. She had a confrontation with one of her patient and that was the first time that had ever happen to her. Ms. Morales had a nervous breakdown and she needed to get out as soon as she was able to. It all started at 11 A.M. Ms. Morales was her usual self saying “Good morning” to everyone until one of her patients responded and said something rude to her. Ms. Morales just ignored her comment and continued with her work. After three patients came and seen her, the lady that said something rude to her was her next patient. As Ms. Morales always greets people, she did so to her as well. The lady’s name was Josephine. Again she said a rude comment. She had said “just get this over with.” Since Morales was a lady about it, she just ignored it again. Morales started the procedure and grabbed Josephine’s hand gently. She was just taking blood out for Josephine and then that was when she went out of control. Josephine grabbed Morales’s equipment and threw everything towards the floor and walls. Morales did not know what to do but to call security. So that was exactly what she did. Morales ran out of the room and yelled for help. While she is trying to seek help, Josephine is in the room trashing her office. Many thought that she had some sort of illness but there were no documents recorded that she had one. Ms. Morales went in front of Wyckoff Hospital and tired to relax until she had a nervous breakdown. She became hysterical and needed to leave for the day and now you understand why Ms. Morales left at five o'clock.
3 Minute fiction
The nurse left work at five o'clock
The Nurse left work at 5 o'clock. Visited the bar at 5:15 and stayed for 15 minutes. Then went home then flopped on her big bed, just when she though she was going to get some shut eye her 3 year old son ran in the room.
Nurse:(sigh) Son i am very tired i need to get up in 2 hours to fill in for my friend.
Son: but mommy please don't sleep yet i cant sleep, can you read me a short story to help me?
Nurse:sure.
Just when she was going to start reading her cell phone rang (ring ring ring ring).
Now she must head to her daughters daycare to pick her up.
As an active community member she always to out to help people .When she picks up her daughter she cant wait to get back home but then realizes shell have to watch the kids until they fall asleep.shes smarter then they think, she reads both of them a story at the same time in hopes that they'll both fall asleep around the same time. When only one of her kids fall asleep she nearly breaks the point of madness but thinks before she acts and quickly calms herself down and says i love you guys i could never hurt you.
The Nurse left work at 5 o'clock. Visited the bar at 5:15 and stayed for 15 minutes. Then went home then flopped on her big bed, just when she though she was going to get some shut eye her 3 year old son ran in the room.
Nurse:(sigh) Son i am very tired i need to get up in 2 hours to fill in for my friend.
Son: but mommy please don't sleep yet i cant sleep, can you read me a short story to help me?
Nurse:sure.
Just when she was going to start reading her cell phone rang (ring ring ring ring).
Now she must head to her daughters daycare to pick her up.
As an active community member she always to out to help people .When she picks up her daughter she cant wait to get back home but then realizes shell have to watch the kids until they fall asleep.shes smarter then they think, she reads both of them a story at the same time in hopes that they'll both fall asleep around the same time. When only one of her kids fall asleep she nearly breaks the point of madness but thinks before she acts and quickly calms herself down and says i love you guys i could never hurt you.
"3 Minute fiction"
The nurse left work at five o'clock. She was the last one to leave so she had to lock the place up.As soon as she was done she decided to go to the pizzeria shop and grab her a slice. Half to the way to the pizzeria place she realized that she forgot her phone on her desk and went back for it. She hesitated on choosing to eat first or get the phone. soon she decided to just get the phone. When she got back to the nurses office she realized that the locks to the main gate were not locked. she assumed that she must have forgotten to lock the gate and proceeded to enter the office without a second though. As she got closer to her room she heard a noise. Paper was being torn apart. The nurse became very nervous and cautiously proceeded to the room. Her heart began to race and sweat slowly dripped down her face as her throat tightened up. Then she got to the door and saw a huge shadow. It was a raccoon. She was relieved and walked in to retrieve her phone and in a quick instant someone came out of the shadows and graded her by her arm. She reacted by punching the man in the face.He than fell to the floor and than she realized. It was her boss.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)