skewl writing project <3

Marlowe's death

[The prompt was chose one of the memes the teacher gave us and write a short story in 30 mins abt it]

Marlowe awoke at the crack of dawn. Seem the day has started. Marlowe yawned and stretched before climbing out of bed, making their way to the yard. They watch as the sun slowly creeps over neighboring homes. As they enjoy the sunlight they are greeted by the newspaper boy making his rounds. The paper is thrown at their feet and they bring it in the house. They are greeted by their wife and daughter who had just awoken. The sun is casting an orange glow through the window, that glow still innocent and sweet.

The sounds of the coffee pot whir through the kitchen, filling the home with a small machinery sound. The smell of brewing coffee makes their home smell warm and welcoming. The life they were given, the life they worked for, was the best possible outcome for them. Or so they thought.

As their wife begins breakfast, they pour their coffee and sit at their kitchen table. As they sip their mug of warm coffee, they bask in the morning sun. Birds outside sing their sweet song. 'Life is good' they think to themselves. Their daughter is running around the kitchen, intertwining between the table chairs, joyously shouting "I'm flying! I'm flying!" as she has her arms out at her sides. She runs into the living room and says "Follow me!" to her mother but as she turns to look at her daughter, she knocks over her cooking oil onto the lit stove.

The oil spilt farther than one might think. The stove erupts in deep amber flames. The flames rise and rise as more and more of the kitchen gets engulfed by flames. Their daughter was stunned, standing in place. Their wife rushing the child away from the flames, as they attempt to escape the wall of fire they push their daughter away from the traveling flames, encouraging their wife to take the child to safety. They share a knowing look with their wife as the flames begin to surround them fully, all curtains and towels catching fire. They won't make it.

In the dangerously warm area they occupy, they accept their fate. They take a seat at their table, picking up the mug of fresh coffee. They sit at the table and sip the coffee. They decide that now is there time. Her daughter and wife are safly out of the home. "One life is but no more than nothing. 2 lives is more than anything" she says to herself as she thinks about her wife and daughter in her final moments. She has made peace with her decision now. It's fine. It will all be fine.