Skip to main content

Alive (100)


Sammy was sitting on the couch with his beloved puppy wondering why he had ever agreed to move back home. The boredom on any given day was enough to make him wish he'd stayed in the streets; living in a car wasn't ideal, but he didn't have to answer to anyone.

Sure, it'd been rough, but he was sure that he had never felt freer in his life. Now he was certain that this could actually be an existance; he didn't even feel alive most days. He began wondering if he'd ever return to the life he craved.

Does Sammy really wish he was still in the streets? Would he really return to them to prevent boredom? Will he take the dog if he does?

 The word is alive, the limit was set at 100 words, this post comes in at 99 words. Click the link to find out what I'm talking about. 



Comments

Red said…
Methinks the dog will create some drama if he puts him on the floor ;) He is not going back. He will adapt and learn to entertain himself...much to the dismay of this housemates. xxx
March 11, 2013 at 9:36 AM
Laurie said…
Some how a roof overrides everything, I think. xxx
March 11, 2013 at 3:47 PM
Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

C is for Calm

It's been so long that I'm not sure what it is anymore but I think I'm beginning to find calm. It is the feeling that allows you to find contentment in the smallest things. It does not have to be something major, it can be something as simple as a gentle breeze. There are a number of things that have a calming effect; I look forward to being able to do them. What are they? I'll tell you in no particular order. Walking on the beach. Drinking a beer by a bonfire. Sitting in front of a fireplace. Reading a book. Spending time alone just thinking or writing just to write. Calm is a nice feeling, and one that has been missed the last few years. Slowly it is returning that is why C is for calm.
8 comments
Read more

Flash in the Pan Playing Along Still

The pages were bent and ragged from years of use, covers worn out from hands rubbing over them. There were bowls everywhere, the oven was still hot. She tasted it again, something wasn’t right. It was sweet, tangy but not right. What was missing? She scanned the room again to see. Onions maybe? No, but what could it be? She hit her head on the cabinet. A pepper that was it!
4 comments
Read more