practice stories
I started typing narratives yesterday.. I hope I get to combine everything i've typed into one big story :I
excerpts XD;
Every time I stress out, I clean. I drop everything that i'm doing, grab the nearest broom, sponge, or toy in disarray, and I clean. I fix everything in sight, as if everything's become a jigsaw piece, and i'm the only one who can make sense of it all and piece it back together. Just like how washing dishes has a very specific procedure, I am able to unfurl my tangled ball of thoughts in a very orderly fashion, step by step. It's only then do I feel back to normal, and i'm able to think in a more rational, logical way. It's very therapeutic.
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another one about The Affairs 8)
He came into my house unannounced-- as always.
"Kita, seriously, check this out."
"I don't want to hear of any schemes. I'm mentally checking through all my list-of things to do, and listening to any of your dumb ideas ain't one of them." I guess I sounded bitter. I was still sweeping off all the flour off the kitchen floor after his Cooking Mama fiasco.
"Aren't" he corrected, giving me a chastising look. What, am I now on the Queen's naughty list? How many mental eyerolls did a person have to make in a day? I eyed his necktie that he wore no matter what occasion it was, and wondered what was the most effective way of strangling.
He heaved a dramatic sigh. "Unfortunately, I haven't concocted any fun plans for us today."
"Marinara's in the fridge then."
"Aish! Not everything's about pasta, okay??" I knew an Italian joke when I saw one. I was about to slug him when, right in my face, exploded a huge torrential flow of bubbles.
..Well, now I know what he wanted to show me.
excerpts XD;
Every time I stress out, I clean. I drop everything that i'm doing, grab the nearest broom, sponge, or toy in disarray, and I clean. I fix everything in sight, as if everything's become a jigsaw piece, and i'm the only one who can make sense of it all and piece it back together. Just like how washing dishes has a very specific procedure, I am able to unfurl my tangled ball of thoughts in a very orderly fashion, step by step. It's only then do I feel back to normal, and i'm able to think in a more rational, logical way. It's very therapeutic.
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another one about The Affairs 8)
He came into my house unannounced-- as always.
"Kita, seriously, check this out."
"I don't want to hear of any schemes. I'm mentally checking through all my list-of things to do, and listening to any of your dumb ideas ain't one of them." I guess I sounded bitter. I was still sweeping off all the flour off the kitchen floor after his Cooking Mama fiasco.
"Aren't" he corrected, giving me a chastising look. What, am I now on the Queen's naughty list? How many mental eyerolls did a person have to make in a day? I eyed his necktie that he wore no matter what occasion it was, and wondered what was the most effective way of strangling.
He heaved a dramatic sigh. "Unfortunately, I haven't concocted any fun plans for us today."
"Marinara's in the fridge then."
"Aish! Not everything's about pasta, okay??" I knew an Italian joke when I saw one. I was about to slug him when, right in my face, exploded a huge torrential flow of bubbles.
..Well, now I know what he wanted to show me.