From a while back

Gonna post a few that I found in a notebook from a year or so ago. As usual, they're unfinished and short. See how quick you guess what this one is about?

Swoosh, swish, flip, flick, flap, flop, whoop, slap, swoosh, flip, flick, flap, flop -

I'm next.

Air bursts onto my face and my eyes are filled with the dim distant ceiling bulbs on a failed of black. A blur of motion replaces them in an instant and resolves into the faces of my friends.

Every day, my friends change. I sometimes see the same friend twice, three times rarely, but they're often quite glad to see me.

(hint: it's about gambling) - ultra short but hey, I like it.

Looking back over the few things I put here, I'm kind of disappointed by the lack of quality. Then I look at this thing I wrote just now, and it's just more of the same.

But I'll still post it. Why destroy the fruits of even a small bit of effort?



Whenever we left the park, my little sister would cry. Mom would soothe her and tell her we'd come back, that everything would be here next time, and that we had exciting things ahead of us. She would cry, and cry, and then be better. All she needed to know was that she had something to look forward to.

I wish I had something to look forward to.

I'm sitting here, closer to morning's light than evening's dark, drearily awaiting the time when I'm required to move. Staring into the blank space of the computer monitor - another wasted night. Another lost sleep.