Hello. 'Tis I, Q5! I decided to post this for some unknown reason. Its kind
of a novel I was working on last year that I barely started then lost
interest in. Enjoy it if you can.
The (*) stands for a "decision point", like in a choose-your-own-adventure book. I was thinking of making it like that, but oh well...
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It started out like any other Monday. My mom woke me up, I got out of bed, and I got in the shower. When I turned the water on, it was fairly cold, so I turned up the hot water. After a while, I started to hurt all over, but since it only felt as if it were a scratch, I ignored it and finished showering. Almost as soon as I turned off the water, the pain went away. I stepped out of the shower, put my glasses on, and went to my bedroom and got dressed. Afterwards, I walked from my bedroom, down the hall, and to the kitchen. Looking around in the kitchen, I saw a box of donuts sitting on the counter. So, being hungry, I went to the counter, opened up one of the cabinets, and got myself a small plate. I opened the box, grabbed a donut, and walked to the other side of the room-the 'dining room'- and sat down on a chair near the dining table and ate the donut. Afterwards, I walked back to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. I cupped my hand under the faucet and started to rinse my mouth. After a couple of seconds, my hand started to hurt. I looked at my hand, and I was startled. My hand had turned pale gray, the tip of my thumb was swelling, and my fingers were starting to join and were beginning to swell. Also, my thumb and fingers were increasing in size. I pulled my hand away from the running water. "This is so weird!" I said to myself as I watched my hand return to normal after a minute or two. (*) "Mom! Come here! I have to show you something!" I yelled.
"Yes, what is it?" she asked as she entered the bathroom a few minutes later.
"I have something to show you, mom, but I don't know how to describe it." I said. I put my hand in the sink and turned on the water. After a couple of seconds, my hand began to hurt. Once again, my hand turned pale gray, my fingers and thumb started swelling at the tips and increasing in size, and my fingers were starting to join. I pulled out my hand and showed it to her.
~Clunk~ She fainted
"Oh, well, at least she took it well," I said to myself.
~Ding dong ding dong...ding dong ding dong...ding...ding...ding...ding...
Realizing that was the clock in the kitchen, I looked at my watch. "Seven-fifty already? I'm going to be late for school," I said, wondering if I should wake my mom up or just grab the bike and ride to school. (*)
"Oh well. If I'm late, I'm late," I said as I checked her to see if she was okay. She was breathing, which was a good sign. I then opened her eyelids. Her eyes were focused as if she were looking at some distant object. I tried to move her hand.
It was like trying to bend a tree. Since she was stiff as a board, I decided that getting her to her bed was probably the best thing to do at the moment.
The (*) stands for a "decision point", like in a choose-your-own-adventure book. I was thinking of making it like that, but oh well...
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It started out like any other Monday. My mom woke me up, I got out of bed, and I got in the shower. When I turned the water on, it was fairly cold, so I turned up the hot water. After a while, I started to hurt all over, but since it only felt as if it were a scratch, I ignored it and finished showering. Almost as soon as I turned off the water, the pain went away. I stepped out of the shower, put my glasses on, and went to my bedroom and got dressed. Afterwards, I walked from my bedroom, down the hall, and to the kitchen. Looking around in the kitchen, I saw a box of donuts sitting on the counter. So, being hungry, I went to the counter, opened up one of the cabinets, and got myself a small plate. I opened the box, grabbed a donut, and walked to the other side of the room-the 'dining room'- and sat down on a chair near the dining table and ate the donut. Afterwards, I walked back to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. I cupped my hand under the faucet and started to rinse my mouth. After a couple of seconds, my hand started to hurt. I looked at my hand, and I was startled. My hand had turned pale gray, the tip of my thumb was swelling, and my fingers were starting to join and were beginning to swell. Also, my thumb and fingers were increasing in size. I pulled my hand away from the running water. "This is so weird!" I said to myself as I watched my hand return to normal after a minute or two. (*) "Mom! Come here! I have to show you something!" I yelled.
"Yes, what is it?" she asked as she entered the bathroom a few minutes later.
"I have something to show you, mom, but I don't know how to describe it." I said. I put my hand in the sink and turned on the water. After a couple of seconds, my hand began to hurt. Once again, my hand turned pale gray, my fingers and thumb started swelling at the tips and increasing in size, and my fingers were starting to join. I pulled out my hand and showed it to her.
~Clunk~ She fainted
"Oh, well, at least she took it well," I said to myself.
~Ding dong ding dong...ding dong ding dong...ding...ding...ding...ding...
Realizing that was the clock in the kitchen, I looked at my watch. "Seven-fifty already? I'm going to be late for school," I said, wondering if I should wake my mom up or just grab the bike and ride to school. (*)
"Oh well. If I'm late, I'm late," I said as I checked her to see if she was okay. She was breathing, which was a good sign. I then opened her eyelids. Her eyes were focused as if she were looking at some distant object. I tried to move her hand.
It was like trying to bend a tree. Since she was stiff as a board, I decided that getting her to her bed was probably the best thing to do at the moment.