(We were suppose to write about the last piece of something)
"That's it!" he screamed in anger, "I'm sick and tired of this!" He shook his fists, his creation nearly falling apart. "Honey, be reasonable!" she said in reply. He set his creation down and stormed over to her, pointing at her cup, "Just take the lid off!" She held her drink behind her defensively, her anger spitting at him in harsh words, "Sorry, Mr. Couch-Potato, but I don't want ice flying all over my face!" she exclaimed, "Why don't you just sit in here like a normal person?!" "I'll miss the big game!" He raised his hands in expressed frustration. She turned to glare daggers at him, her face giving away her thoughts of how ridiculous this is. "You can go ONE day without professional ice skating! And stop trying to sound manly calling it a game when it's a contest!" She took the paper off the straw, ready to put it in her drink. He dropped his hands and folded them in a beg, "Please, that's the last straw, I need one more piece!" She sighed heavily, "Fine, the last piece of the last straw for your mega-straw-drinking-contraption. Here." She gave him the straw, "But you owe me for this, and no slurping!" "Thank you sweetheart!" He kissed her cheek joyfully and went to finish his mega straw. When she heard slurps down the hallway, she just sighed and took a nap. Shew knew the cat would break the straw chain anyway.
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My Creative Writing Journal
SonstigesThese are short stories and prompts from my Creative Writing class in high school, open for any reader to enjoy! If anyone has any suggestions for new short prompts they're curious to see me write about, leave a comment and I may write it in this jo...
