The Little Book of Oneshots

Open the Windows (Realistic Fiction)

"Dear darjness-"

A crumpling noise echoes throughout the room, accompanied by a few curses. A fresh piece of paper is peeled away from the already shrinking stack, and the clicking noise of a pen bounces off the walls.

"Dear darkness,

I'm frustRatep-"

Ack, two mistakes in that one. Time to scrap this one as well.

"Dear darkness,

I'm frustrated. My only frieod-"

Why? Why did it have to be like this? Why couldn't the pen just cooperate with the paper and get along already?!? Why?!

"Dear darkness,

I'm frustrated. My only friend-"

Wait, that doesn't sound right. Where am I going with this?

"Dear darkness,

I'm frustrated. Ever since my friends-"

You know what would make it more angsty? Add an 'only'.

Yeah, great idea, self.

"Dear darkness,

I'm frustrated. Ever since my only friends death-"

No, more... Formal.

"Dear darkness,

I'm frustrated. Ever since the loss of my only acquaintances life, limb, and very breath-"

What?! No! First of all, that doesn't make sense. Second of all, too formal.

"Dear, darkness-"

No, no, no, no, no!

"Dear darkness,

I'm frustrated. Every-"

You know what? I'm frustrated and absolutely done with writing.

I plop my head on the desk and open the window to get some fresh air in. Nope. I'm not doing this. No. No. Don't look at the ink. Don't look at the paper. Don't even think of glancing at the beautiful, inspirational, sunset that you could just marvel at for hours, and not even notice the time speed by, and...

Wait, I've got an idea.

I pick up my final few sheets, and begin writing my story.

"Dear light,

You shined when I needed you to. You assisted me. There is nothing I can do for you to repay your generosity. My friend may be dead, but slowly, I'm feeling better. I'm almost ready for school, which does seem like bad news, but it means I'm recovering.

Thank you,
Sam.

What you see above this passage is a entry I wrote long ago. I'll be scouring through these and looking for hints, clues, whatever I could find. Whatever I could find to help me now, right now, as I stand in a most dangerous predicament."

A good start, I'll say. Not bad. I think...

I think I should try writing like this now and then. You know, put on some music, open my door, let everyone in.

Open the windows.