Well, this week was a bit of blunder, I admit. Rather than my usual burst of pseudo-perception, I simply couldn’t concentrate for the life of me. But when one mixes an existential crisis, good news about a book publishing, baby’s first bar crawl, and the impending end to a college career, Friday Fictioneers is unfortunately trod underfoot.
But I still made something up about a really annoying bird. No, it’s not taken from real life specifically but there IS a stupid cardinal that has been harassing my family at home for over a year now.
The damn thing’s immortal and knows no bounds of how it can annoy us.
Word Count: 100
Genre: Realistic Fiction
Title: You’re a Bird
There’s a bird on my windowsill. I bet it can’t see me. But oh, I can. I can see you, little bird of the—
*one trip to Google later*
—American Robin species. You think you’re so clever, warbling away like you’re a monolith on a mountain. You think I couldn’t come over there right now and turn you into what goes into a sandwich.
I know I’m a pacifist, but you don’t. You don’t even know what that word mean. You’re a bird.
I am a superior human bein—
And then you just fly away.
I wish I could fly…
I bet this coming week will be much better, although with school still threatening to end (pretty much forever, too unless some poor unfortunate grad school decides to accept me), I may still be equally as unreliable. But I’ll try! And I’ll try even harder to not use the same style of post-writing as the one I use in Five Sentence Fiction. Meaning stream-of-consciousness inspired way too much by on real life.
I’m very tired. It’s very early in the morning. A whole 10:30.
But I was up until 2:30! I don’t like waking up late!
I’m a weird college student, yeah.
Good luck, you brave writer folk!