Prompt: Write from the point of view of a freshly scrubbed floor.
Contentment. That's what I felt. Finally, after such a time where I could no longer tell what shade I actually was, I was clean. The little rug rats had left for school, the dad for work, and the mother had decided to spend her time cleaning the house. I was to be one of the last ones cleaned, but I was willing to wait a little while longer. It was worth it. The mom had left to get the brats and the dad would be home late so there I was, basking in the glow of the sun and my own cleanliness. Then I heard the car pull into the driveway. A feeling of sheer despair and horror flooded through me. They were home. The door burst open as the horde of tiny demons flooded into the house, not even bothering to remove their muddy shoes. I could hear their mother shouting that she had just cleaned me, but my own terror drowned her voice out. The banshee like laughter of the demon swarm mocked me for it was too late. Within moments, muddy shoe prints covered me from wall to wall. I was filthy again. Oh the humanity.
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RandomAs my glorious title states! These are all things I did for my creative writing class that I made up with the prompts given. Please tell me what you think (this is my first time posting anything). Who knows, if you like them enough, I might turn s...
