I met some friends on Sunday for a get together and I talked to one of them about getting together and talking about writing. I have been secretly wanting to be a writer my whole life, but I have never given it much thought, or I thought I was not creative enough to put my thoughts and ideas into chapters. So these last 3 days I have attacked writing with a vengeance, already writing 1 short story and one start of a novel (about 1 chapter's worth). I would like to share that writing here with you:
Prologue:
Sirens. That's the last thing I heard before I floated away. I feel strange, light. I have the sense that I am floating but I have no idea why. I can't see
Anything, I am just floating.
Chapter 1:
Those were my last thoughts and feelings seconds before I technically died for a minute and a half. Or so they told me, how was I supposed to know
how long I was dead for, I was dead! I still can't believe that I actually died, even for that short of a time. How scary is that? Talk about a wake up call.
Nothing motivates you to get healthy like a near death experience, right? I never knew I was so unhealthy, I mean I knew I was out of shape (walking up the
stairs without huffing and puffing is an foreign concept to me) but I had no idea it was so serious. The doctor said that I had I had stopped breathing in
the middle of the night, my airway had been constricted by fat in my neck (lovely). I was out for a few minutes before my mom came in and found me not
breathing, she freaked out (obviously) and quickly called 911. My mom started CPR right away, as per instructions from the 911 operator, and managed to keep
me breathing long enough for the professionals to get there and take over.
I decided then and there, after I woke up in the hospital (after being resuscitated) that I had to change. I had to take back control of my life and
get healthy so I could have the life that I was meant to have. Next Stop the gym! or McDonald's!
My mom picks me up from the hospital, insisting that I ride in a wheelchair to the car like an invalid. I have been in the hospital for a week, hooked
up to so many machines I felt like a real life computer. The doctors ran all sorts of tests on me to ensure that this kind of thing never happens again. The
results were typical of a heavier person, high this and high that (no not high as in drugs). My personal doctor through this whole experience was named
Dr. Jamie Collins, the most annoying person ever! She is so skinny that I'm not even sure there is a size that small, she looks swamped in her Doctor's coat.
She is actually really nice and I really like her, if I can stop thinking bad thoughts about feeding her doughnuts! She advised me to start moving and eating
healthier, as if this is the easiest thing in the world. This advice coming from a women who has probably never let a cheeseburger cross her perfect lips and
runs marathons on the weekends. I snap back to reality, my mom is staring at me with a worried expression on her face, "Are you okay? Do I need to get the
nurse? Please sit down and let me help you!". Oh brother! I am not an 80 year old women who's bones are so frail they break when I sit up. If I'm ever going
to get healthier and avoid these hospital visits in the future, I need to start right away. I determinedly get up from the wheelchair and take a step towards the
car. My mom shrieks and grabs my arm "Honey what are you doing? Dr. Collins insisted that you take it easy!". I roll my eyes in her direction "she said easy mom
not sedentary, I can certainly walk nice and slow to the car without spontaneously com busting!". She clucks her tongue but stays silent and follows behind me
across the parking lot. As we reach the car, I start to reach for the door but she insists on opening it for me. This is going to be a longer process than I
realized. As we settle in the car, I am frustrated at being handled like a baby, I'm 23 for goodness sake, but I realize how insensitive I am being to my
mother. I take a deep breath and turn towards her "mom, I'm sorry for being so short with you, I'm just ready to put this experience behind me and start getting
stronger and healthier, it was important for me to walk to the car so that I don't go back to my old self. Besides everything happens for a reason, right?".
She sniffs and says quietly "Even someone you love dies?". Oh man, knife in my fat entombed heart. Talk about guilt, except for one thing, I DIDN'T DIE, I Lived!
And I intend to keep it that way *wink, wink*.
The back door is open, this is my chance. I can slip through her legs and she won't be able to stop me. I can smell the dirt and feel the cold on my fur. Okay, here we go...yes I'm free! Oh shoot, she followed me out and is trying to catch me, but I won't let that happen. But wait, she is calling to the two mutts to come get me, well I will just hide under the table than, that way they can't get to me. Oh no, I have been corralled, the girl picked me up and placed me back in the house, so much for my escape! Darn mutts they couldn't just ignore her. Wait a minute, I am really mad at them, so I take a swipe at them. Oh they did not like that at all, they fought back. Run away! I hop up on the counter and than onto the high cabinets and hide behind the glasses, wearily peeking out. I yowl loudly to let her know I am upset but to be honest I am just acting!
I'm already planning my next adventure!
Maybe a moonlit rendezvous with one of the dogs, preferably the one who hit me. We would be sitting out on the patio looking up at the stars and he wouldn't suspect a thing..than BAM! Revenge. This story was based on a prompt of a picture of a cat and a dog sitting side by side looking up at the stars, and the challenge was, the story had to be 250 words or less. How do you think I did?
I hope you guys enjoy my first shots at writing!
Kylie
