A Short Story : A Story Of The Cat?

Through the penetrating darkness of the night, I glance at my clock. The bright red numbers show up in the sea of black: 3:27 AM.

Slowly time passes, no one comes to check on me so I stay lying on my bed held captive by my thoughts. I begin to stare at the clock focusing on the precise slow ticks of the minute

Just like any other morning, I awoke to the sound of the roosters screeching from the barn. Looking out my window, the sun had just begun to peek over the hill past the field. Wishing to myself that I could continue with my dreams, I rolled out of bed dreading the thought of my morning

I wake up to the alarm clock blaring loudly in my ear. Next, I rise slowly

Seven o' clock strikes on my alarm clock, causing it to ring its silver bells, rudely jolting

My day begins with the obnoxious ringing of my phone’s alarm clock. The alarming sound itself, although annoying, is consonant and would otherwise be appreciated if it was not seven in the morning. This morning I did notice something different when waking up in that I chose a high pitch, but pleasant song in order to wake me up. The pitch of the song is enough to get me awake and the consonance of the song is also enough to make me happy. After going through this thought process and waking up, I finally get dressed and go on my way to school.

A loud blaring cut through my sleep. Alarm...Ugh. Reaching over, I felt for the button and repeatedly pressed snooze until it reached 30 minutes. Today is monday. It was October. I craned my head to look at the calendar on the back of my door. Groaning I fell off the bed and landed on my knees. “Owww...Geez.” I flattened my wavy green hair and tried to look at the calendar again. Glasses..Where.. I scratched my arm and reached under the thing I called a bed, then felt around until, Boom! Glasses! Smiling to myself, I adjusted them onto my face and tried the calendar once more.

At six a.m. I tumbled out of bed at the sudden sound of my alarm clock. I’m never ready for it when it happens. I rolled off the bed, hitting the floor and as I steadily got up to

Later, I lay awake in bed. There’s a strange feeling in the air, and I feel like someone is watching me. I pull the blinds up on the window, but there’s nothing to be seen but darkness. The ‘digi-clock’ on my bedside reads twelve o’ clock. I walk into the kitchen to grab a glass of water.

It was a bright and sunny morning on September 1st of the year 2020. I felt the heat from that blazing ball of fire 92.96 million miles away. While it was mid afternoon I still did not want to wake up. But as the sun continued to fire off burst of light and heat, my bed began to feel more like a oven. As with any morning I put on the closets clothes to me. Before leaving my room I looked, well fumbled around for my glasses until I could find those thick nerdy things.Then my searching for my phone which was under tens of thousands of clean and dirty clothes mixed together. After wasting 30 minutes digging for my phone I felt the sharp corner of rubber and metal. Without hesitation I grabbed it out as clothes fell to take its place. When my morning

And too early to call it morning Too soon to say it’s safe And too late to send out any warning That time is now, as I write this down A spirit awakes me suddenly out of my sleep And like the clock hand, down the hall, I creep The spirit says, like death at a funeral, this hour will stand still

Keeping my book on the adjacent seat, I caught a glimpse of the black-framed wall clock out of the corner of my eye for the ninth time this hour, scrutinizing the second hand, which seemed to linger an extra minute at every passing second. I took my gaze off of the clock, silently vowing to

Tick, tock, tick, tock, the sound of the clock is the only sound in the house. I look up at the clock at it says 2:55am. Which is strange because it has felt like we have been here for hours, from the time we broke into the house, which was at 12:30am. No one else can be seen or heard, so I am all alone now.

I can hear the sound of my repeating alarm as it starts fading in louder into my ears, waiting for it to be turned off. I slowly open my eyes to see the light from outside peeking in through my window blinds hinting to me that it is now morning. I stretch my arms and legs as much as I can, feeling as if I am the rope in the game of tug-of-war and two people are pulling me from opposite sides. I can sense the excitement in my heart of what I am going to do today- something that I have never, but always, wanted to do. I already imagine how I will feel after today: the adrenaline rush, the overwhelming confidence, the satisfaction. Today, I am going to cliff jump for the first time; today, I will conquer my fear of heights; today, I promise that this decision is immutable.

"I can't breath," panted Pickles as ha leaned on a wall coated in roses. Pickles pulled back, leaving a few thorns covered in blood. He stumbled on his feet and... whoa whoa whoa, what kind of heartless person flips to the middle of the book and starts reading?! Well since we are here I'm narrator, nice to meet you. Now back to page one and try again. Gosh people sometimes. Are you really counting all the pages and chapters, I mean come on. You know what I give up.