Quartz clock

Tonight is the night before the night of my Cross Country meet, and piles of homework cover my cluttered desk. My watch displays the time as 10:11 P.M., and I sigh deeply knowing that I have no choice but to shove the loose papers and binders into my backpack. I finished my before bed routine, and crawl underneath my covers. With the guilt of knowing I will not reach eight hours of sleep tonight, I force my brain to shut down, and darkness envelopes me. The next day drags on and soon find…

Every morning my alarm goes off with it’s usual perky and uplifting beat. I can only assume that the person who created this arousing tune had the intention of waking one up feeling fresh, revitalized, and ready to take on the day. The reality is, it does the complete opposite, it makes me want to cover myself in enough blankets and pillows until I can finally drown out the horrendous noise. Instead I reluctantly force myself out of bed at an ungodly time and drive to Oak Grove elementary school…

The alarm clock wakes me up early in the morning. I want to sleep more. But I have to leave my bed. Then I go to the bathroom. I brush my teeth. I take a bath, get out the shower dry myself up, and wrap my towel around my body. I go back into my bedroom and sit in my chair, where my dresser is to do my hair. I always like to to do big sexy curls for work, and make sure my hair looks very big, and puffy. So I always use my straighter to curl my hair, it always last longer if I use my straighter.…

My annual hectic competitive dance showcase started this year as it always has, as a charged and passionate kickoff. That morning, I had been woken abruptly from my peacefully sound sleep by my deafening alarm clock. An obnoxious cry playing a song from the ‘Pitch Perfect’ soundtrack continued to sound until I was alert enough to lurch over and smash the stop button. I immediately made my bed and hopped into my warm-up outfit for the day. My mom had already been awake for some time and we we’re…

A little dazed and confused I rolled over to grasp my phone. It was just out of reach, which I’m sure I did on purpose. I stretched my arm out as far as I could and nudged it with my finger tips. Thump! Still ringing it fell and slid under the bed. I crawled to the floor taking my blankets and pillow with me and finally shut the lousy noise off. My eyes sprung open as I glanced at the time, “7:10? Crap Madelyn you're so going to be late for work!” I told myself as I snatched my oversized black…

I WOKE UP ON THE WRONG SIDE OF THE BED THIS MORNING. I stretched my hand out in search of Soraya’s warm touch, but found chilling sheets. I turn my head to find an empty bed. I look over at the clock on my bedside table--three thirty a.m.. Where was she? She didn’t have to get ready for school until five. I swung my feet over the side of the bed and prepared myself for the stinging feeling of the cold hardwood floor against my bare feet. I then remembered the soft slippers Sohrab got me for my…

already, narrows the things that the reader can manipulate the word “it” by saying that “it” has to be “lifting up” and also has to be “large as a giant”. Consequently, although the option of interpreting “it” with an alarm clock is no longer a valid option since an alarm clock doesn’t follow the rule of being large or lifting up, the other options of interpreting “it” are still valid. For example, considering that the nuclear bomb was the reason for the noise that sounded like a pressure…

Beep beep beep beep! Goes Susan the alarm clock and you know what that means it is 5am and I’m awake under the bed with my temporary owner jerry fast asleep. It isn’t very pleasant here under the bed filled with dust mites, dirty socks and mounds of clothes. I take notice to Mr. Pencil bag looking for his zipper that had broken off a couple days ago. Penny the pencil is also awake, but she is feeling a little dull, so she begins her search for her best friend Larry the pencil sharpener. BEEP…

“BEEP!,BEEP!,” My alarm clock screamed as it informed me of the time. I rolled over and shut it off, I even contemplating going back to bed, but i remembered why i was up so early. I flipped my covers off my body and got out of bed. I went to my dress to grab cloths for the day. “Mason we are leaving in 10 mins.” I heard my mom shout as i finally finished fumbling with my belt. I ran out to the kitchen with my duffle bag over my shoulder, grabbed apple, threw my shoes on, and got into the car…

“Beep Beep Beep!” My alarm usually screams at me to wake me from my usual unforgiving short bedtime hours, but not today. Today, waking up without the assistance of that cringe worthy noise, with eyes still heavy, I reached my arm out from under the cozy blankets and switched the alarm button to off, as it was no longer needed. Bringing my arm back into my side, with my eyes still closed I laid there wondering why this morning I did not have to be shaken back to life. I easily narrowed it down…