I heard about this on Sunday and unfortunately they are not accepting anymore submissions but I did it anyways. Basic rules of this was to make a three minute story (500-600 max) starting with "The nurse left work at five oclock." Any suggestions/comments would be wonderful. Thanks!
The nurse left work at five o'clock. The automatic doors clamped shut behind her as the warm haze began to invade and warm her body. The collective chaos of people bustling outside, specifically of an ambulance that wheeled an older man inside the building was followed by a crying woman, caught the eye of the nurse. Her eyes bled black, smearing the tears off her cheeks only to spread a thin layer of liner around her face which masked her in a light black and grey. Her eyes darted around quickly yet aimlessly searching for someone to tell her that it will be alright, only to be quietly escorted into adjoining doors. Her eyes met the nurse. The doors closed. The haze started to become stronger.
The ride home was not to far. A couple of blocks from the apartment building where she resided. The hills made for a diffcult walk or bike ride either to or fro. A couple blocks past a neighborhood she had looked at for starting her a famly. A right hand turn and she the drive past the park where she planned to take her children for a nice Saturday night dusk. She started to feel tingling in her feet and fingers. She loved it. Two stop signs later, she pulled into the public parking apartment spot and stopped. The haze creeped up near her elbows now.
She grasped for support on her car to have the cold steel bring momentary feeling to her hand only to be covered in the sweet warm haze seconds later. Dangled on her wrist was a lone gold key which she managed to retreive and put into the main deadbolt, twisting, the reaffirming click and turn of the doorknob to step inside the dark and quiet household. Her legs began to feel like they were in a whirlpool of bliss.
She walked passed the stacked letters on the table, passed the growing mountain of dishes, passed the mound of unwashed scrubs, underwear and casual wear. She opened the door to her room and sat. She felt as if she was submerged in a tank of warm water; able to breath like the fishes. She laid down and stared at the ceiling. She slowly rubbed her right arm up and down, feeling the red puncture bumps near her pit that spiked with pain when she passed them.
She cannot help that woman at the hospital. She can't help the man who will surely lose his life. She will only be able to have him feel the way she does. Right now. And never to wake up.
The nurse left work at five o'clock. The automatic doors clamped shut behind her as the warm haze began to invade and warm her body. The collective chaos of people bustling outside, specifically of an ambulance that wheeled an older man inside the building was followed by a crying woman, caught the eye of the nurse. Her eyes bled black, smearing the tears off her cheeks only to spread a thin layer of liner around her face which masked her in a light black and grey. Her eyes darted around quickly yet aimlessly searching for someone to tell her that it will be alright, only to be quietly escorted into adjoining doors. Her eyes met the nurse. The doors closed. The haze started to become stronger.
The ride home was not to far. A couple of blocks from the apartment building where she resided. The hills made for a diffcult walk or bike ride either to or fro. A couple blocks past a neighborhood she had looked at for starting her a famly. A right hand turn and she the drive past the park where she planned to take her children for a nice Saturday night dusk. She started to feel tingling in her feet and fingers. She loved it. Two stop signs later, she pulled into the public parking apartment spot and stopped. The haze creeped up near her elbows now.
She grasped for support on her car to have the cold steel bring momentary feeling to her hand only to be covered in the sweet warm haze seconds later. Dangled on her wrist was a lone gold key which she managed to retreive and put into the main deadbolt, twisting, the reaffirming click and turn of the doorknob to step inside the dark and quiet household. Her legs began to feel like they were in a whirlpool of bliss.
She walked passed the stacked letters on the table, passed the growing mountain of dishes, passed the mound of unwashed scrubs, underwear and casual wear. She opened the door to her room and sat. She felt as if she was submerged in a tank of warm water; able to breath like the fishes. She laid down and stared at the ceiling. She slowly rubbed her right arm up and down, feeling the red puncture bumps near her pit that spiked with pain when she passed them.
She cannot help that woman at the hospital. She can't help the man who will surely lose his life. She will only be able to have him feel the way she does. Right now. And never to wake up.
posted by Ryan Schneider at 11:42
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