A stretched yawn left her mouth as her hands reached out to rub at her droopy eyes. The faint stench of liquor that radiated off of her caused her to sit up and move her hand to her aching head. The other sat on the white pillow behind her.
It wasn’t until she moved it that she realised she was touching something hard and rough. Squinting her eyes, she brought the object in front of her only to ...
When I first open my eyes I instantly know I’m not where I’m supposed to be. I open my eyes and look around the room some more. I’m in... some sort of shack. I’m on a bed and around me there Is a small table and a couch that is shredded. In the corner of my vision I see red. I look over and freeze. There are intense blood stains on the wall. Right next to the bed.
It was early in the morning and I was in a room that I could not recollect being in the night before. A vividly yellow room, tied up with ropes, sat on a chair though I had not one mark on my body.
Although, all I see in this room is an empty milk bottle perfectly placed a distance away from me. I forcefully dragged my chair forward until I was a foot length away from it.
I wake up with a screaming headache. I’m surprised I don’t puke as I sit up. I swing my feet over the edge of the bed and am about to make a beeline for the bathroom, but I kick something over. It clatters about. Is that... a glass milk bottle? What the hell? I pick it up and examine it. My partying habits have never been healthy, but I think I should cut back a little. I can’t remember a thing. I...
A soft yawn slipped out from my mouth as I slowly stretched my aching body, trying to wake the joints up from sleep. I turned to my side, reaching out to the side table, searching for my mobile phone with my fingers since my eyes refused to open, when suddenly my fingers brushed over something rubbery. “Funny,” I thought to myself, not remembering having anything rubbery in my side table. I slowly...
As his eyes start to open, he gets the sudden whiff of espresso and the suddle sound of the strumming of a guitar. The first thing he sees are the wooden beams that gives the room more of a cabin feel. As he sits up he’s hit with the pain in the back of his head and the aching soreness in his legs and arms. As he raises his arm he feels a shooting pain in his stomach. He looks down to see a gush o...
Dust has always intrigued me. Accumulating like history that refuses to be ignored. There’s a glass milk bottle, a bible, and an old torn up bike tire in the corner of the room. The old wood floor whines when make my way over, begging to be beaten down further. Dust covers the floor and the old items in the corner. The milk bottle has survived in peace without being put on sale at some vintage sho...
