for the creative soul...

So once upon a time, I was out of my mind and joined a college creative writing class....this is the beginning of my story.



A sigh escaped Chloe’s lips as her wide emerald-green eyes stared into the seawater blueness of her tropical fish tank. Chin resting heavily on her folded arms, slowly rotating back and forth on the swivel chair underneath her, Chloe considered how remarkably similar her life was to the life of that bright yellow tropical angel fish, now making its 57th lap of the day (Chloe had counted).
She blinked, on the verge of slumber, attempting to push aside the stress of her overwhelmingly long “to do” list, avoiding the inevitable. The notebook grasped under Chloe’s folded arms never left her sight, for it contained her logically sequenced life clearly—numbered and in nice, neat cursive.
Peeling her eyes from the hypnotizing circular path of her fish, she glanced at the clock to her left, over her orderly bed and book shelves. “8:23 already?” she muttered. Rolling her eyes, she twisted out of her swivel desk chair, allowing it to spin slowly to a stop on its own, swinging her backpack over her right shoulder. As she did, she noticed for the first time numbness in her left arm. “Great!” She thought, as her heart pumped rushing blood back into her arm, tingles and pins and all.


I am starting to think I'm not so bad at this. And even if I am and don't know, it was darn fun!