Creative Writing
1929
7:39a
Bed
Tired
Glass
Sad
To work for income
I stayed awake the whole night
I rose from bed way too early. Another night with no sleep. A carnival of thoughts kept me awake. The only clear thoughts in my head were on how cold it was and how many cranks it would take for Lizzie to start. Sitting up I grab a glass from my nightstand. I rolled out of bed cursing at the cold and grabbing my bath robe and slippers and stumbling to the kitchen. I looked out the window as I sipped cold water from the sink. The wintery haze looked dreadful, and suddenly the sleepless night hit me, much like each morning before, but somehow this morning it was different, almost a welcomed occurrence.
This story is very engaging. I am dying to know what it is about. You should consider being a writer when you grow up. I would most definitely buy your book.
1929
7:39a
Bed
Tired
Glass
Sad
To work for income
I stayed awake the whole night
I rose from bed way too early. Another night with no sleep. A carnival of thoughts kept me awake. The only clear thoughts in my head were on how cold it was and how many cranks it would take for Lizzie to start. Sitting up I grab a glass from my nightstand. I rolled out of bed cursing at the cold and grabbing my bath robe and slippers and stumbling to the kitchen. I looked out the window as I sipped cold water from the sink. The wintery haze looked dreadful, and suddenly the sleepless night hit me, much like each morning before, but somehow this morning it was different, almost a welcomed occurrence.
This story is very engaging. I am dying to know what it is about. You should consider being a writer when you grow up. I would most definitely buy your book.