Writing Sample

*** This was a contest entry for a writing contest ***

One day I took a ballpoint pen out on a scaffolding and drew a window on my least favorite wall for the purpose of pickled sorts. Where else would people throw their pickled eggs and other pickled food items? In the trash? None of the many people in the world that I know of throw their pickled sorts in trash cans. They throw it at my wonderfully drawn window that I don’t particularly care for because its not really a window. It’s a wall.

Embraced by stone, steeped in the clouds, I sat and listened to them from the high window as the third day of the week surrendered to the fourth. Down below the cacophony of experimental plants and artificial moonlight, the cat-dog was hungrily weeping in the corner—again. Time for work. Leaping down from my perch, I skillfully grabbed my cliché lab coat as well as the cup of orange hot-chocolate Annannie left out for me—all while still falling down the thin tube. I had never enjoyed the thin tube, especially since I didn’t create it, but it was so much more immediate than climbing down five flights of stairs.

Oh! The past days were much easier, the days when no one knew about the gadget. Back then, I had no need for a thin tube or a bigger lab with multiple levels. No, I just needed a screwdriver and a few wires and coils and that was that.

I was on my feet within a five-second moment. Without losing momentum I turned and splashed food to where they were situated and efficiently broke my un-breakable lamp in the process. I grumbled, crossing out the un-breakable lamp idea on my clipboard. I strolled to the most amazing idea of mine I’ve ever assimilated. I looked up from my notes. Everything hates me, I suppose.

I expected to see a secretive sheet that covered what looked like a heap of bolts. The bolts were also a disguise to cover the--

It was gone!