Prose
Nobody likes waiting rooms- well I’d like to think so anyway. Where is the fun in flicking through ear torn, tattered magazines that have seen better days? Twiddling your thumbs can only go on for so long before you get bored and if you look at the clock one more time you’re bound to go insane. There is nothing else to do but think and think you do. Ironic how we try to run away from our thoughts but when all else fails that is all we have. Your mind begins to wander between successes,...
My worst fears were confirmed. Life was coming forth from me that I never expected. I didn’t know whether to scream or cry. Nobody else was around, just me in the cubicle. Instead of moping around I washed my hands and stared at the my reflection in the mirror; I was a mess. My life was an even bigger mess. What to do? For starters I’d have to tell him that we were going to be parents much to his displeasure. Where had it all gone so wrong? How had this happened and why me? Nothing serious...
It was 7:30pm but judging by the colour of the sky you would have though it was much later. Perks of the Autumn season. The train was beyond packed and I suddenly began to feel sick. Really sick. I uttered a silent prayer and closed my mouth for dear life because if I opened them I feared what may come out. Drops of condensation dripped down the windows echoing what my face looked like. I needed to get out of this train-and fast. The train was moving ridiculously slow and I feared that I was...