Prompt - Let your character get something they were yearning for
The rain outside the office pours down without settlement, the pile of paperwork forgotten in place of gazing out the window to the rain and hazy lights of the cityline. The stagnant smell of the carpet floods the blind silence.
A pen clicks beneath the spaces of silence as the rustling city below ripens with vigor. Tousseled voices from below dance with firelight and blood.
Pale red hair drops down my face as my face sours into recodnition. Rising steam lifts off of the swirling pen in my hand.
A labrador lays on the floor, with a spiked collar and shimmering tag.
Breaking footsteps walk up to the door and the rising steam halts.
A woman with strawberry blonde hair walks in, with a suit and red tie.
"Shouldn't you be working." Her flat voice drops.
"Shouldn't you be coddling Vesquiir?" My bored tone replies.
A sound, resembling that of a kicked puppy tumbles from her mouth as she tries to come up with a reply.
"I'll get you fired!"
"Have fun with that."
Slated irises glide from my vision, and swallow the darkened pencil.
Roaring waves crash into my ears, the sun gazing upon my quelling mind.Reefs of white lick the sand upon the shore and the salty breeze stings my nose. Blood taints the frontside and bodies float upon the harbor.
Maggots and flies already swarm upon the corpses, and the rot of death rains putrid rocks into the air.
"HELLO!"
The strawberry-blode bimbo was now standing in front of me, shrieking excuses into my face while her poorly-concealed cracked lips reveal lipstick-stained teeth.
"Honestly, I'm surprised you've laste this long in this agency seeing as how you do absolutely nothing of use!"
"Then what do you do besides sleep around the office for pay."
More flustered stuttering and blubbering.
"And on the contrary, I work with the 678th division, underground search and rescue. This," I wave vaguely to the papers on my desk, "is just the leftovers that are due whenever I finish them. So in reality you have no jurisdiction here."
Quill barks in agreement with my statement.
I scrunch my nose, her cheap perfume straining my nose, and her breasts directly in my face.
I stand up.
"Anyways, good day Mrs. Verr, I'll take my leave now. Equill follow."
I walk out of my office and into the elevator. But I guess Mrs. Verr wasn't done talking to me.
"That is one of the company's dogs."
"I know, I'm taking her to a new job site."
"And where might that be?"
"Shore of Stagmire beach."
The elevator dings and opens but Mrs. Verr was still talking about clearance and such, I paid no mind.
Finding it easier I walk into the elevator and Verr follows, in the last second me and Equill jump out of the elevator and opt for a different form of travel that is much faster than the elevator. The stairs.
YOU ARE READING
Short stories from my creative writing class
LosoweJust an assortment of the things that I have written. Will update every week with about 3 new short stories. This will last between my high school years I may not post the full version of some of the prompts due to some being photos
