My breath stung my throat as I inhaled the bleak winter air. It had always been my favorite season, no matter how drab or boring it could get. The winter had always spoken to me, creatively. Hearing the wind whistle and hum against my window sill and under the cracks of doors, it would always find a way to you. That sparked something inside of me that was inspiring and hopeful. Watching every snowflake as just a tiny speck of white dribble through the air without being appreciated for how beautiful they really are. Everybody just saw the first snow of the year as a bad thing. They had to kiss autumn goodbye and endure another 5 months of winter. That’s another thing where I live, too. Winter lasted almost an entire 5 months here. Yet everyone still complains about the weather. I never really got how people did that. They complained about the weather, yet they did nothing to get up and go somewhere else. It’s almost like they just expected it not to get cold again. But, that’s not how it worked in our perfect little bubbles of humanity.
The winter also rid me of one of my pests, other people. I hated how obnoxious they could be, how inconsiderate, how selfish and rude. Some people didn’t bother me, but others, they made me as angry as the aforementioned people who complained about the weather. With the winter trapping people inside their homes most of the time because they don’t want to interact with their environment, I got my own little safe haven away from other human beings.
“Bubble, are you alright? You look like you’re enjoying something, and I can’t have that, now, can I?”
I grit my teeth, as I was just ripped away from my thoughts so abruptly.
“Perfectly pristine.” I answered.
“You talk like you’re an English teacher, yet you’re barely a sophomore.” The voice laughed then continued, “Know your place, trash.”
My brother was an eighth grade boy who thought he ran the household. He liked to push me around because he knows I’m too philanthropic to fight back. Additionally, he enjoys to pester me by squeezing in memes. I’m not a meme hater, but sometimes, they can just get so old and crusty that I don’t want to deal with them since they’re so overused.
Hearing a voice down the hall from myself, I tried to focus, but my brother was distracting me by blasting his music. On purpose. It probably wasn’t that significant, so I went back to thinking about random things that, now that I think of it, would go great in a monologue.
The wind began to howl louder as the stars began to pierce through the abyss of space. The moon wasn’t visible, but I could tell it’s position from the way the luminosity gloomed through the clouds. I always had a devotion for space. Something about it just connected with me. Possibly it was how the emptiness would consume and kill you in a matter of milliseconds, or how everything there was just empty for millions of miles. All that space has so much possibility, but we don’t know how to safely grasp it. We don’t know what will happen in the next 20 years with how our world and technology is advancing. We don’t know what will even happen tomorrow. Yet I’m still sitting here, on my bed, staring out my window, wondering about the world while doing absolutely nothing to change it.
Ok yeah I know it's bad, but hey. This first chapter's really boring but I'm expecting to make it more juicy in the next one. Tell me what you thought in the pole, and reply with your criticism if you thought it was bad.
The winter also rid me of one of my pests, other people. I hated how obnoxious they could be, how inconsiderate, how selfish and rude. Some people didn’t bother me, but others, they made me as angry as the aforementioned people who complained about the weather. With the winter trapping people inside their homes most of the time because they don’t want to interact with their environment, I got my own little safe haven away from other human beings.
“Bubble, are you alright? You look like you’re enjoying something, and I can’t have that, now, can I?”
I grit my teeth, as I was just ripped away from my thoughts so abruptly.
“Perfectly pristine.” I answered.
“You talk like you’re an English teacher, yet you’re barely a sophomore.” The voice laughed then continued, “Know your place, trash.”
My brother was an eighth grade boy who thought he ran the household. He liked to push me around because he knows I’m too philanthropic to fight back. Additionally, he enjoys to pester me by squeezing in memes. I’m not a meme hater, but sometimes, they can just get so old and crusty that I don’t want to deal with them since they’re so overused.
Hearing a voice down the hall from myself, I tried to focus, but my brother was distracting me by blasting his music. On purpose. It probably wasn’t that significant, so I went back to thinking about random things that, now that I think of it, would go great in a monologue.
The wind began to howl louder as the stars began to pierce through the abyss of space. The moon wasn’t visible, but I could tell it’s position from the way the luminosity gloomed through the clouds. I always had a devotion for space. Something about it just connected with me. Possibly it was how the emptiness would consume and kill you in a matter of milliseconds, or how everything there was just empty for millions of miles. All that space has so much possibility, but we don’t know how to safely grasp it. We don’t know what will happen in the next 20 years with how our world and technology is advancing. We don’t know what will even happen tomorrow. Yet I’m still sitting here, on my bed, staring out my window, wondering about the world while doing absolutely nothing to change it.
Ok yeah I know it's bad, but hey. This first chapter's really boring but I'm expecting to make it more juicy in the next one. Tell me what you thought in the pole, and reply with your criticism if you thought it was bad.
