Creative Writing
Boring repetitive tasks seem to dull on forever. But somebody's got to do them.
I sip a cola and continue sliding my thumb down the side of the flyers. They bend into shape.
I felt week as my limbs shook from the simplest of tasks; why couldn't my body just take the energy it needed from the oversized stomach I felt I had. That's what the fat was there for. ‘No’ I reminded myself, 'It's only for emergencies.'
The soda can hit my lips. I was shaking again. My arm hurt from folding yet I was only a fifth done.
It's been a half of an hour since I last checked the time.
I sat back down with a small bag of candy in my hands. I licked my lips despite the fact that I knew it would only make the shaking worse. I told myself it wouldn't.
As the hard candy fell into my mouth it felt much bigger than it did in my hands. I rolled it around on my tongue and continued folding.




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