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Tone rightings

I only walked in due to the end result; health. As I walk into the dreaded doctor’s office barely tall enough to stand up in my mother approaches the assistant working the desk. There is no line because well, there is no one there, the office was so quiet you could hear a mouse fart. My mother is handed the forms she must fill out every time we come here, she goes to sit down on the plush one person couches to start the paperwork. As she does so I cough so loud that I think that I triggered a car alarm because as soon as I coughed a car alarm went off. Don’t blame me! The only reason I coughed was because of my stupid sister anyway who thought it would be fun to spit on me when she was sick. My mom looked up from her paper work then looked around to see where the noise might be coming from, she has a hunch that it is our car so she rushes outside to go check. Meanwhile I wait, and wait and wait and WAIT! She still does not come back for what seems like hours. I sit there, with my head propped against my hand and I think about how in the world it could take this long to check who’s car is making the noise. All the while the noise had still been blaring but suddenly it stopped and my mom walked in and I felt a moment of relief; finally! I don’t have to wait in this stinkin broken wood chair any longer and as soon as I think that I am done with this static experience I realize that my mother is not even close to done with the paperwork. I try to hold back the surge of anger I am having, but I can’t so I belch “How in the world can someone wait this long for crying out loud?” and the lonely lady working the desk and my mother both look up in the same surprised manner, so similar I think that they are twins for a second, but there was one thing that they did different and that was my mom yelled “Don’t you ever talk to anyone like that ever again!”

Looking back on that moment the feeling that I had during my time waiting for my mother was very similar to that of the man’s feeling in the telltale heart. It was almost as if I could see the seconds ticking by getting longer and longer every time one passed. It felt like my life was ticking away ever so slowly, so slowly it was almost painful, I could feel my youth slipping away even though the wait was supposed to help me. That moment was full of dread and loneliness and I never want to experience it again.

 

 

I do this all the time, I sit in lines and wait for up to hours just to do something, usually at the end of the wait there is a magnificent roller coaster or delicious treat at the end of it, but no; I was waiting in line for a painful experience called donating blood. I waited and every half hour I took one step forward towards the needle that would eventually take my blood and put it into a bag. I stood there in line with people in front of me and people behind me, it turns out that the person behind me was horizontally challenged and had the strongest body odor on the planet. This lead to a very unpleasant experience for my nose so I only breathed through my mouth as I waited to have me blood extracted by a hideous needle. If you can’t tell by now I have a fear of needles and giving blood, so you may ask why I am in line, well the answer to that is simple, my friend is dying of leukemia and it made me realize that my blood could be needed so I decided against every logical thought to donate blood. So when I am waiting to do something I highly dislike I can definitely afford to wait.

I wait and wait until my time comes and when it comes I feel very anxious and wish I had never stepped in line in the first place. I finally walk up into the truck and a nice old lady asks me to sit down, I do and after I sit down she works on her computer for a minute or two just before she can give me instructions my mom calls to me, “Sun I don’t think you are ready for this, do you wanna come out?” I was so glad I had a savior and I immediately said “Yes please.” I rushed out of the truck with so much joy, I was glad that my blood which is meant to be in my body stayed in my body.

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Futuristic bathroom

In the year 2215:

This is a place of great value and ritual, you go to it several times a day, it is a necessity, and it is a bathroom. Our bathroom is roughly the size of an African elephant, with a very similar shape to. As you step in through the golden encrusted doorway that is oddly shaped like the bottom of an elephant an aroma hits you like a truck. This smell is not how you would expect a bathroom to smell, the smell leads you curious about what happened here? By the time you have gotten over the most intruding odor in the world you finally realize the atmosphere you are in. The air around you feels like a thick, warm and sour syrup that engulfs your body as you transition from the cool air of the hall. The delicate, shiny blue tile blinds you as you look down. As you walk upon the rough tile your feet feel like they are receiving a hundred mini massages at once. Despite the blue color emitting from the tile the walls and ceiling are bright neon yellow, as yellow as you can imagine it. This choice was a family effort, and since my parents said “Whatever you want son.” The walls are neon yellow. But after 3 steps of massaging relaxation you find the surprisingly well hidden toilet which makes up for the very vibrant ceilings.

This item is the toilet is brighter than the full moon and as the light that is surging from the light bulb located several feet above you reaches the toilet it makes a regretful bounce into your eyes leading to temporary blindness that could last from 4-6 hours. But if you ever get to sit on this magnificent white appliance you will feel the cold glossy seat of the toilet against your bottom and as you make contact even the slightest touch the toilet instantly says “Welcome to your last visit to the bathroom, cause tomorrow on the summer solstice at precisely 5:23 pm you will die.” Yes our toilet is special, and yes it is not supposed to say that but it was obvious that my despicable stubby orange haired brother that is more spoiled than cheese that has been sitting outside on a sunny day for a year had reprogrammed the toilet.

As I exit the lavatory and walk to my room my mother passes by and as she enters the wonderful yet annoying place I realized I forgot the only thing that was not automated with toilets… flushing!

 

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The Laundromat Murder

Here I am with my head in a washer, you may think poorly about my state of mind looking at me now but you will not after I guide you through the path I took to get here. It all started sometime ago when I left my dysfunctional prison that I call home to wash our families laundry down at the Laundromat. As soon as I closed the door to my house I glided down the rustic tile stairs of the apartment complex, in that moment I felt free of this world, gliding to a better tomorrow but when I hit the bottom of the stairs that feeling evaporated instantly. As a pushed I heaved open the heavy iron door that keeps me prisoner complex a tall ominous man dressed like the blackest cat I have ever seen pranced across the street towards me like an angel. I soon realized that I live in the Bronx and when a stranger in pitch black runs at you he is most likely trying to either mug you or mug you then murder you, so I ran. I ran faster than I have before I leaped past the trash cans in the night and I flew over the bumps in the concrete towards the misplaced Laundromat. Going to the Laundromat that is next to a weapons depot has its pros and cons. On a normal day if you were to walk down the street towards a weapon depot as a nine year old, you’d usually get questioned but today was no normal day. I hoped that the man not continue hunt me down when he saw that I was running towards a weapons depot but he pressed on. When I was 30 feet from the Laundromat I turned around to check whether I was still being followed by the suspicious man something hit me hard and that is the last thing I remember. Now I have woken up in a washer in the Laundromat with not even the faintest idea about what happened last night. So there it was not me who was responsible for my head being engulfed in a washer so think again about this picture and don’t forget to……. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH (Slicing noise) (thunk)