I like writing bad stories.
The Window Bird Chronicles
I don't remember exactly when the outer window to my bathroom was broken, but I do remember the day. The North Carolina outer banks had been under a hurricane warning (possibly Hurricane Arthur), and strong winds and rain pounded the Sandhills. I had braved walking outside after hearing a loud noise that morning and saw that a tree behind our house had slumped over. There luckily wasn't any damage except for the broken window, and since it was an outer portion and there was still a screen and another glass portion we could put up, we didn't think much about it. Not too long after, there was a lot of rustling in the window area in the mornings. A bird had begun building a nest neatly in the corner of the small rectangular window area.
Xanandu’s fondest memories where when his mother would round up him and his little sister, and they would travel to Zion. The days on the tropical planet were spent frolicking on the beach as their skin deepened into rich bronzes and browns. In the evenings, he watched his mother and grandmother concoct feasts composed of the fish his grandfather caught. At night, they gathered around bonfires in town and ate tons of food as they danced to the music of the locals.
How to Save a Life
Violet’s Apothecary was a quaint tearoom by day where patrons frequented elaborate afternoon teas. By night, for three days a week, it transformed into a posh restaurant that was always booked. Teacups were switched to wine or cocktail glasses, three-tiered dessert stands were replaced with dinner plates with artfully placed entrées. Decanters that housed wine took the place of teapots, and the usual sugar pots and cutlery were tucked away.
3 Times I Embarrassed Myself
It’s funny how the mind works. It uncovers up buried and long forgotten memories at the most random and sometimes inappropriate times. You could be in the middle of making dinner and remember the time you peed yourself in front of everyone at recess in elementary school. Or you could be walking your dog and space out and remember the time you got so drunk at the bar with your boyfriend and his friend, that they had to get a random guy to drive you all home. Of course, with that memory you don’t remember much; nevertheless, it’s embarrassing the next time you all go out and see the same guy that gave you all a ride and he says, “nice to see you standing upright this time”. Or maybe you could be in the middle of showering as your mind replays all the times you’ve hit a curb while driving, or specifically the time you curb rashed your boyfriend’s 3-month-old Tesla Model 3 in front of him and his mother. Talk about mortifying.
The Time is Now
Morning always conjured up dread for Terre. It was the moment where she paused in front of the large window in her kitchen that overlooked the skyline of Viridian. The spread of vivid hues across the sky would always manage to assuage her somber mood. But that morning the colors were muted grays reflecting against the throng of skyscrapers as the sun loomed behind thick blossoming clouds.