Microfiction: Two Sad Stories

It's Different But the Same

I know what to do. But

I love you.

Inspiration (Source: Unknown)

How I Feel

    I feel sad but the kind that's joyful

    I'd cry seeing Superman fly

    More examples...

    But I don't want to rhyme

    The best kind of poetry doesn't rhyme

    Its expression is its ideas

    Not whether you can dance to it

    I want to dance with you

    You're so far away

    I know when you'll be here

    I know when I won't be

    I don't even doubt

    I don't even wonder

    I'm just sad because I see Superman flying

    Except it's me 

    You're Lois Lane

    I come to save the day 

    No matter how many time you fall

    Jesus save me

Author's Note: The first story is based on a picture I've had saved on my phone for nearly four years now. I was in love at the time. I'm not sure why I knew this picture felt appropriate for the situation when I saved it. It was too early on. Perhaps it spoke to me on a deeper level past my circumstances. Sometimes knowing what to do is worse than not knowing what to do. Sometimes it's the other way around.

I saw someone in this class write out a 100 hundred word story off the top of their head so I did, too. Maybe it's the lack of prolonged sleep, but I have a tinge of sadness over me. No particular reason. I love life, though. Superman flying is a good representation of loving life for me. It also makes me sad.

Microfiction: Nightmares

 Woody the Villain

    I walk down the stairs. Down to the basement. Perhaps to get soda. Woody is here. He's sitting in a chair. Woody is alive. He's not too nice. He's working with my dad? Boy, am I scared. It's not what he says. It's that he wants me dead. Wake up.

Pretty much (Source)

One Left

    I was in Chic-fil-A with my family and friends. I was eating a box of nuggets. A woman came to clean the table. Suddenly all the food and trash is gone. I had one chicken nugget left. I tell the woman I had one more. The box is in her hand. She rotates the box. The nugget falls to the ground. I ask her why. No reply. I demand she bring me more. She leaves and comes back. No nuggets. I get out of my chair. I scream at her. This isn't me. I'm not in control. I wake up.

Author's Note: 

    These are both nightmares I have actually had. The first is from when I was a child. Toy Story was my favorite movie as a kid. I had a huge Woody doll. One night I had a dream he was evil and so was my dad. Neither of them are evil, so you can understand why I was so frightened. I had the nightmare when I lived in Colorado, and we had an unfinished basement. When it was dark I was as afraid to go down there alone. It was scary on scary on scary.

    The second nightmare was one I had last night. The situation isn't that scary to me, although it would be very unusual to have an employee behaving like that at Chic-Fil-A. The scary part was that I was so mad at her for doing it. I was completely out of control and yelling at her. She really was remorseless, though.