Realistic Story : Flash Draft

I heard the faint high pitched beeping of my alarm clock as I opened my sleep covered eyes. I attempted to roll out from under my covers but immediately retreated as I felt the chilly spring air touch my skin. While I was mustering up the motivation to get out of bed, I glanced at my alarm clock. “11:00 AM” it read in boxy, glowing numbers. Had I really slept in that long? I finally rose from my bed, traveling down the stairs to make myself some breakfast. “Hi, girl!” I greeted my dog where she was waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs. I smiled to myself as I turned on some music, opened the fridge to retrieve some eggs, and turned on the stove. It felt like a fine Saturday morning until I remembered that I had a lacrosse game later

The conference meet was upon us. I was as nervous as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs. The tension between the runners soared as we lined up at the starting line. I took a few deep breaths, anticipating the gun. I had a nerve racking deep inside. Bang! The gun went off and I took off stumbling over people, shoving, fighting for space. I was breathing hard already, pushing up the first hill. There was a straight away after the hill. I was afraid to get passed, so I kept my pace with the first pack. Michael, who had tripped over the back of my shoe before the first hill, had caught back up. As the first mile came around, I heard determined coaches exclaiming our mile splits.

It was on one of the few sunny days Oregon allotted us during it’s wet and dreary springs, and my skinny fourteen year-old body was brimming with enthusiasm. During the entirety of the car ride up to the high school, I squirmed impatiently in my seat, cracking my knuckles, taking long, drawn out breaths, checking and re-checking that I had enough equipment for the hour I was to endure, and focusing my mind on the task at hand. My mom had barely shifted the car into park when I threw open the door and raced inside the building, giving a brief wave goodbye

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

It was a normal morning, still laying down in the warm embrace of my down comforter. I set my daily alarm to go off at 5:50 a.m., and after about 5 clicks of the snooze button, I muster up the courage to emerge from the sheets like a kodiak leaving hibernation.

I remember the day like it was yesterday. I drove up the big parking lot of City High School. I sat in my car; waiting to walk out enter a world I was unfamiliar with. I walk up the steps, open the door, and pace myself into the hall where all the cross country runners gathered. There were 80 guys. Eighty guys who have never seen me before or have heard of me, are now my new teammates.

I clench my soft bed sheets and cry into them, releasing all my energy. Alistair informed me that the Annual Track and Field meet changed their track for this year’s meet. I whimper knowing I only have myself to blame for thinking that someone like me could win a meet. I want to lie in bed and listen to the world pass me by but Alistair refuses to let me do so. He takes me to the track and tells me to listen and I obey him, and I swear it is as if those birds I envy so much are chanting my name, telling me to go on.

The night passed uneventfully as did the morning. After all, when was the last time something of any importance happened between 12:00 and 7:00am on a normal day? Danny awoke at 7:01 and 22.47 seconds AM to the sound of his alarm. He reached for the snooze button but, lo and behold, it disappeared in the night. This startling realization lifted Danny from his haze of the morning fuzzies. He understood then that his alarm had

As I walked outside of the YMCA I saw kids having fun building forts and having snowball fights. Mom, Dad, and I walked to “Trusty” my Moms Oldsmobile. When we got into the car my Dad asked, “How do you think you did?” “I think I did great,” I replied as I sat there replaying my game as if it were a movie. The car roared to life and we headed home. I sipped on my purple water bottle and gazed out the window. My city looked as if someone had thrown a white fluffy blanket on it. I remember wondering if I was going to have school on Monday.

“All eighth graders to the SLV track” called the muffley voice over the loudspeaker. As soon as I heard this voice I shuddered with great anxiety and fear. How could I possibly race while I was shaking and nervous? “Come on, the race is about to start!” shouted my friend Addy. The smell of burnt rubber tarred my lunges and made it hard to breath, but as I looked farther from the track I saw myself standing among the great Redwoods and Oaks. Trees that would tower over me with wisdom and age. The sound of cheers wiped away my vision while I slowly walked toward the track. There was nothing that could stop me from getting off this horrid track and running into a mirage of beauty.

I run the track right along with Sara for the third time this week. My knee scarcely bothers me at this pace. I cringe at the loss of rhythm I will never regain. After spending the night in Perta’s home, I was brought back to the Den to be hidden. The only people I have any contact with are Tola, Sara, and Brenna.

I awoke with a start as my alarm clock screamed in my ear. I sat up, still dazed from last nights parties and drinks. The alarm clock didn’t help. I fumbled around in my sheets until I could reach over and slam on the alarm. It gave its final BEEP before

Most mornings, I get up at seven, the same time my alarm clock goes off. However, as I roll over to check the time, I see that I still have another fifteen or so minutes in bed. I contemplate getting ready for the day that little bit earlier, but I love lying in the warmth of my bed. The heat clings to me like honey on a honey-dipper, drawing me in, making it nearly impossible to leave. Before I know it, the intermittent buzzing of my alarm starts to ring, forcing me up out of my bed to embrace the cold air on my body. I open my curtains to let me morning sun in and as I look out of

I awoke to the shrill cry of my alarm clock. It’s hazy, red glowing face shining dully into my eyes, burning them ever so slightly. It was 2:37 A.M. The same time I woke up everyday. My eyes felt like they were about to roll out of their sockets and my mouth tasted like sour cream that had been left in the sun for too long, just like I woke up everyday. Except today was different. And today had to go perfectly.

Beeepppppppp Beeeeeeep Beeeeeeep Beeeppppp. The sound of the annoying alarm clock agitates me to wake up from my comfortable bed, soft pillows and a warm blanket wrapped around me. Like always, I reach towards the side of the nightstand where my alarm clock is and slam the snooze button. After 10 minutes of absolute silence and peace, the aggravating sound of the alarm clock turns on again. I read the bright red numbers on the alarm clock “its 8:00 AM. It’s way too early to be awake, especially for a Sunday morning.Yes, as you can tell I am not a morning type of person I prefer the night. Everything is just much more peaceful during the nighttime. However, today is the day, it’s moving day I honestly don’t even want to get out of bed right now; my head is hurting to death and feels like it 's as heavy as all the boxes in the house combined. Just by looking at all the appalling brown boxes surrounding my house. I was so annoyed and irritated just by the thoughts of moving that I couldn’t stand it anymore so I finally got out of bed despite being tired. As I stood up, I felt like I just got off one of those rides that leave you dizzy at amusement parks. I didn 't get why my parents wanted me to wake up so early when the moving truck came at around 1:00pm and mostly everything was packed the exhausting night before.