Bathtub hoax

I am awaken by my moms yelling. The sun light assists her with her task. I get out of bed and let my feet comb through my carpet. I trip, stumble, and fall just to make it into the bathroom. I twist the water handle, then grab the toothpaste. When I am done brushing my teeth I being to throw water on my face and back track back to my room. One arm and leg at a time while rushing to put on my clothes. I open the door to only see the bus rumbling and jerking up my hill. Thats when I know that the…

All the groups were there, but some were missing as well. Mrs. Williams ran up to Mrs. Knowles and asked, “Did some of your students go into a bathroom and not come out?” “Yes, Bob. He went into a bathroom and when we opened the door, no one was there, only a huge pitch black hole.” “3 of of our students have been missing as well,” said Mrs. Williams. “We’re calling the police and the ambulance, but they don’t seem to believe us. Where’s Zoe, Phil, and Bethany?” “I just checked the office,…

I believe in singing in the shower. Using different colored bottles of shampoo as my mic, I sing until my throat is raw and my voice is nearly gone. Dancing around, having the time of my life in a three walled room I won't be judged in. Attempting to sing high soprano notes and belting out low alto notes. Singing in the shower leaves me able to express myself, like I am preforming at my own personal concert. The only things in the shower besides me are shampoo bottles, so I never feel…

I woke up to a warm body in my bed. I thought that I was dreaming when I looked over and saw Trevor asleep. He was shirtless and snoring lightly. I sat up in bed and stretched before I went to the bathroom. I started the shower and thought about why Trevor could be at my place. Did he and his almost baby mama get into a fight or something? Whatever the case, I was going to find out why he was here as soon as I got out of the shower. When I turned the shower off, I smelled coffee brewing and…

The photograph of the Bath, Pocono Palace was taken in 1980 at Marshall Creek in Pennsylvania by Lucinda Devlin. This was for her series of Pleasure Ground photos. I will say that this is a photograph taken upside down of the bathtub and that the size is 14 fonts. The reason for this photograph of choice was because it gave me a sense of memory while the other pieces of artwork gave me no satisfaction. Since I was examining this photograph, I was intrigued by its one-point linear perspective,…

The smell of chlorine on my skin is a scent I don't even realize any more. I let out a deep yawn as I slowly tie up my hair into my specific bun. I then in a one fluid motion I latch my cap on my bun and pull it over my head. The next step is my goggles, I place them on my eyes and let the tint change my surroundings. I jump into the cool, but some how thick water of the YWCA’s pool. I focus on my goal for the hour of swimming that now I am facing, 190 laps or just under 3 miles. The hour…

“I’ll try not to.” I purred in reply, His clipped laughter rumbled through the phone and I could only smile in reply, the phone beeped the end of the call and slowly I dropped my phone on the couch and made my way into the kitchen grabbing a ice cold glass of water. Truth be told I can't drink warm water unless it is extremely hot, nor can I drink chilled water, it either needs to one or the other of the extremes. Only ten minutes after the phone call there was a nervous knock at my door, which…

Alison ran into the bathroom and locked herself in a stall. Scared to her bones she puked in the toilet shaking as if she was a tree during a hurricane. Shudders ran through her pale, weak body. “Hey, Dyke!” a group of girls came in the bathroom. Afraid Alison curled up in a corner. “Come out here and fight!” the girls pounded on the stalls walls and door. “Please leave me alone!” Alison cried, covering her ears. Tears streamed out of her eyes as they shouted and screamed at her. “Stop!” Alison…

It was a late Saturday night, later than any sane person ought to be up. I, John Packer, had just gotten home to my apartment from an awful shift at the laundromat in which I worked. See, I was the night janitor there, and since the laundromat was open until midnight, my shifts start around 12:30 - 1 A.M. Some nights, it wasn't so bad. I could get done in under 2 hours. But tonight, I was stuck there for about 4 - 5 hours. It was a mess. Aside from the usual dirt, mud, and dog shit one might…

I feel someone shake my shoulder gently. "Nooooo." I groan, curling up more into Hermann's parka. My head pounding and my throat scratchy. "Newton, please let me take your temperature," I hear Hermann request calmly from above me, "I've been nice enough to not make you move, you really need proper rest." He continues. I turn to face him, only pushing the hood off my head enough so he can see my forehead. "I'm not sick though, just a little..." I look for the right word as I relax into…