Short comedy stories

It all just sort of happened

I never really think outside of the box, I don't know if it's from fear of what I will find, or simply that I cannot.
I often find people staring into space as I start my second sentence.
I should maybe stop speaking.
I don't want to, is the truth.
I know I should.
I just can't.

I left school yesterday, and now I am supposedly in the big wide world. But, it feels rather much like yesterday.

I don't have much drive, well not in the normal sense I don't want to do exams or get a job, 'do well in life'.

In truth I don't know what I want. I know I don't want to stay here.

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I got up and walked to my window I opened it as much as I could and climbed through.

I didn't really know what I was doing or why I did it. But a smile was now plastered across my face and I felt a sense of achievement.

I sat down and pushed myself forwards and I began to slide down the roof. Hung onto the gutter for a moment. Let go and landed on the drive in a controlled matter.

I then shut my eyes and walked across the road outside my house. I don't know what I was thinking, in fact I don't think I was thinking, it all just sort of happened.