Adderall, Candy Corn & Dead Batteries

Adderall, Candy Corn & Dead Batteries

A Story by Xuru
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I can't decide what I want this to be, but I decided to divide this into story/poem.

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5%

I race against the battery to type this out, my gut slumps over my trousers and catches my button. The clock reads 7:28pm.


4%

Laughing heads on the book shelves tell me to shush, the cat says the walls are too red and the buxom newscaster informs me I've gotten fatter. If the scabs in my lips crack any furth-

Let me try again, I scrap the scraps and chase the blinking cursor back to it's hiding place.


3%

Shadows of migraines tiptoe behind my temple, lack of symmetry and blank pages throwbacks to days when ingested red crayons collided with dysentery.

Scratch that.


2%

I'm dead.

© 2017 Xuru



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An absolutely stunning piece.

Posted 9 Months Ago


Scrap the scraps? You'll go far...tsk tsk. You're certainly in no position to diss my work....keep away from my page...

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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I am finished. This was absolutely stunning... Each line and word is chosen with care, and the overall theme behind each intricate phrasing... Is an exact mold of real life emotion articulated... Intelligently penned...

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The idea of writing a similar piece crossed my mind not too long ago when I was at 8%. Instead, I chose to jot in my notepad incoherent thoughts about my shower head. Love your writing. I've read a few now. Wonderful work!

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Xuru

1 Year Ago

I always have jumbled work laying around I can pull from, so I reworked it into this weird poem.
gayleadele

1 Year Ago

I love it.
I forget how many great ideas I have at 9 in the morning only to lose them by the time I get home to actually jot them down. Life can be a real pain.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Xuru

1 Year Ago

The joys of having scraps of paper and napkins floating around your room.
Pressure. Many different kinds, colliding. Took me a few reads, but now that I see it, that's all I see. Pressure of modern life, possibly longing for simpler times.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Different. That's a good thing.
I liked the fact that I felt I was with you while you were racing the dying battery. The fact that the writing got more bizarre as it was dying added to the madness. Creative and original.
Thanks for sharing.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Creative!!!!
I could feel the time ticking, and the mind searching! I like the uniqueness of this piece!
Tabby

Posted 1 Year Ago


Very interesting piece. Enjoyed reading. I understand the pain within the words. Good job.

Posted 1 Year Ago


I wish i could say its that dam'n Brady jersey you are wearing that is bringing you down but I really cannot. Your words have captured that lethargic feeling of defeat and you are so down that you really do not care.

Posted 1 Year Ago



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Added on February 18, 2017
Last Updated on July 7, 2017
Tags: Poem, story, short, writers, block, lost, migraine, reality, writing

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