Short story?
would you look over this? i wrote this off the top of my head, and amde it in like 15 min. Its not gonna become a story. I KNOW I DIDN’T CAPATALIZE i AND I DO NOT CARE, IF I MISSPELLED SOMETHING THEN THATS TOO BAD. here it is:
The grass swayed like waves in an ocean, lightly brushing my face and nudging me to the left as i lay in it. It wouldn’t stop pushing, as if i was in the way of its’ repetitive motion and it didn’t like the disruption. I felt as if i did not belong in its’ dance, and the performers were instructing me to move. Move, move, move! they
hissed, constantly pushing, but never being able to budge me. Why did i not move? Clearly i got the idea that i did not belong! And by not leaving, the motions just got more swift, and more repetitive, a light drum echoing in my ear every second the light tough hit my side. It was so…irritating. I felt claustrophobic, though i was clear of any tight spaces. It felt as if i was trapped inside myself. But yet i was so empty, free, so unaware of myself. My mind was slowly soaring up and up, leaving my body trapped beneath, struggling with its’ difference from the grass and nature, which were so perfectly aligned. So wonderfully graceful.
Then the bell rang, and my dream went blank.
- Inflatable Pigeon
