sorry for the pointless previous post (ew that was alot of ps). minor glitch.
here is a 300 word short that I had to do for a creative writing exercise. It is called an "exploding moment" narrative and I quite like it...
Out of apartment 20067aa, Madonna’s like a virgin plays in my earphones. I coast down the hall – two bland streams of a neutral holding together two tall gold elevator doors. Mrs. Peterson, 20067cc, appears behind the parting gold. Madonna sighs. Mrs. Peterson is in her bathing suit. A high-cut and damp spandex nightmare. Her green straw beach bag with an ugly plastic butterfly – her favorite stroke – loops over her right shoulder. I watch white thighs slap and lick themselves while she walks towards me. Her legs look like melting marshmallows. Her knees might implode at the knee cap and she might fold over onto the floor. Except at the fold lines, she won’t crack cause she is made of mush. I look down at the green carpet and want to dive in. Cut a hole in the goddam rug! She crosses the elevator threshold and now she is smiling at me. “Davey!,” she lunges towards me. Oh god. I can smell her now – tappioca and brisket. It seeps from her jowls. Her neck looks like old pussy. Peterson wet pool pussy. She flings her hand out towards me – transparent skin stuffed with blue veins. Her gooey eyes are fixed. “Davey! Davey!” She lunges. Tappioca. I dive into the green and in between marshmallow pillars. “Davey?” My nipples crumple and burn inside my t-shirt. I lower my head to the ground and one drop of water falls onto the back of my neck.
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