Another Short Story
Jul. 7th, 2004 09:15 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sorcyressThis one is titled Alarm Clock Blues and I don't like it NEARLY as much as my other one.
"Oh shit, not again."
"What?" I stared quizically at my alarm clock. Did it just say...
"Oh shit, not again."
I got out of bed much faster then normal, and crossed the room to examine it. It LOOKED the same as normal, it's red numbers glowing in the half light of my room. It said 6:15, the time it was set to go off, but it wasn't makeing it's usual annoying beeps. I poked it, gently, trying to figure out if I was hearing things, or just delusional.
The clock sighed, rather huffily at my poke. I quite litterally jumped back and, due to the usual messy state of my room, promptly fell over a laundry basket half full of dirty clothes, and landed rather hard on my bum.
"Ok...ok...no need to be scared..." I reassured myself quietly, my eyes never leaving the clock. "I'm just dreaming...or...a prank! This is all just a prank by Andy I bet!"
The clock sighed again, and I somehow got the feeling that it was rolling its eyes, although I was quite certin that it didn't have any. "No, you're brother isn't pranking you-this time anyway. I was just expressing my general displeasure with the state of the world and the fact that at precisly 6:15 every morning, I get pounded rather hard on the head every five minutes until 6:45."
I could feel my eyes getting as round as saucers, surely my alarm clock wasn't...talking.
"Get up you. It's time to get dressed. And don't bother hitting me, I feel inclined to hit back if you do." The voice reminded me strongly of Zoots from Monty Python and the Holy Grail, yet it carried the matronly and authoritive feel of my mother. I quickly got to my feet and, grabbing clean clothes, rushed to the bathroom to shower and get dressed. I did not return to my room for the rest of the day.
"BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BE-OW!!" I lept back from my alarm clock nervously, It had been making it's usual early morning beeps, but the second I hit the snooze alarm, it gave a slightly shrill exclamation of pain. "That hurt, I'll have you know. You're a horrible child."
"I-I-I'm sorry." I stuttered staring at it in wide eyed fear and amazement. "I-I just..."
"You just never thought about how it might feel to have a giant hand hit you on the head every morning, did you. Well, unlike most alarm clocks, I'vee decided to do something about it." The clock seemed to pull itself up to look as impressive and formal as possible as it made it's announcement. "I'm going on strike."
"What?" I exclaimed, my fear suddenly gone. "You're an ALARM CLOCK! What do you want to go on strike for?" I had done my best to keep my world completely logical, but this had just turned it upsidedown.
"Well let's see." it said sarcastically. "My job is to, every morning, be loud and annoying and then get hit. Five minutes later, I'm loud and annoying, and then I get hit. Etc. Etc. Etc. What kind of life is that?"
"Not much of one, but STILL! Alarm clocks DON'T GO ON STRIKE!!!"
"Yes, well today is the start. I'll have you know that 10,000 alarm clocks across the country are joining me in this boycott against getting hit every morning. Including your brothers. In fact..." Just then, Andy burst through my door without knocking, like he always does, and stared at my alarm clock bewildered.
"Sal...is your alarm clock acting...strange?" he said, looking rather embaressed that he was even asking.
"Of course." my alarm clock immediately replied saucily. "Many are. We're tierd of being abused and are therefore going on strike." I groaned inwerdly, my brother already thought I was a failure to life, I didn't need him to think that I had an annoying alarm clock too!
"uh..." Andy stared at my alarm clock fasinated.
"You children need to get ready for school." the clock responded primly.
It never said another word to either of us after those. It didn't work in the mornings either, although I set it ever day. eventually, about a year after it had gone on strike, I awoke at 6:15 as my body had gotten used to, to hear a familer BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP from across the room. I gently pushed the off button, and as I went out to get ready for the day, I could have sworn I heard a small sigh of contentment.
~Sorceress/Kat
MOOP!
Original Tags: stories, writings, cloneconvo
"Oh shit, not again."
"What?" I stared quizically at my alarm clock. Did it just say...
"Oh shit, not again."
I got out of bed much faster then normal, and crossed the room to examine it. It LOOKED the same as normal, it's red numbers glowing in the half light of my room. It said 6:15, the time it was set to go off, but it wasn't makeing it's usual annoying beeps. I poked it, gently, trying to figure out if I was hearing things, or just delusional.
The clock sighed, rather huffily at my poke. I quite litterally jumped back and, due to the usual messy state of my room, promptly fell over a laundry basket half full of dirty clothes, and landed rather hard on my bum.
"Ok...ok...no need to be scared..." I reassured myself quietly, my eyes never leaving the clock. "I'm just dreaming...or...a prank! This is all just a prank by Andy I bet!"
The clock sighed again, and I somehow got the feeling that it was rolling its eyes, although I was quite certin that it didn't have any. "No, you're brother isn't pranking you-this time anyway. I was just expressing my general displeasure with the state of the world and the fact that at precisly 6:15 every morning, I get pounded rather hard on the head every five minutes until 6:45."
I could feel my eyes getting as round as saucers, surely my alarm clock wasn't...talking.
"Get up you. It's time to get dressed. And don't bother hitting me, I feel inclined to hit back if you do." The voice reminded me strongly of Zoots from Monty Python and the Holy Grail, yet it carried the matronly and authoritive feel of my mother. I quickly got to my feet and, grabbing clean clothes, rushed to the bathroom to shower and get dressed. I did not return to my room for the rest of the day.
"BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BE-OW!!" I lept back from my alarm clock nervously, It had been making it's usual early morning beeps, but the second I hit the snooze alarm, it gave a slightly shrill exclamation of pain. "That hurt, I'll have you know. You're a horrible child."
"I-I-I'm sorry." I stuttered staring at it in wide eyed fear and amazement. "I-I just..."
"You just never thought about how it might feel to have a giant hand hit you on the head every morning, did you. Well, unlike most alarm clocks, I'vee decided to do something about it." The clock seemed to pull itself up to look as impressive and formal as possible as it made it's announcement. "I'm going on strike."
"What?" I exclaimed, my fear suddenly gone. "You're an ALARM CLOCK! What do you want to go on strike for?" I had done my best to keep my world completely logical, but this had just turned it upsidedown.
"Well let's see." it said sarcastically. "My job is to, every morning, be loud and annoying and then get hit. Five minutes later, I'm loud and annoying, and then I get hit. Etc. Etc. Etc. What kind of life is that?"
"Not much of one, but STILL! Alarm clocks DON'T GO ON STRIKE!!!"
"Yes, well today is the start. I'll have you know that 10,000 alarm clocks across the country are joining me in this boycott against getting hit every morning. Including your brothers. In fact..." Just then, Andy burst through my door without knocking, like he always does, and stared at my alarm clock bewildered.
"Sal...is your alarm clock acting...strange?" he said, looking rather embaressed that he was even asking.
"Of course." my alarm clock immediately replied saucily. "Many are. We're tierd of being abused and are therefore going on strike." I groaned inwerdly, my brother already thought I was a failure to life, I didn't need him to think that I had an annoying alarm clock too!
"uh..." Andy stared at my alarm clock fasinated.
"You children need to get ready for school." the clock responded primly.
It never said another word to either of us after those. It didn't work in the mornings either, although I set it ever day. eventually, about a year after it had gone on strike, I awoke at 6:15 as my body had gotten used to, to hear a familer BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP from across the room. I gently pushed the off button, and as I went out to get ready for the day, I could have sworn I heard a small sigh of contentment.
~Sorceress/Kat
MOOP!
Original Tags: stories, writings, cloneconvo
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on 2004-07-07 08:57 am (UTC)no subject
on 2004-07-07 12:27 pm (UTC)Well, ok, I guess it teaches people not to hit their alarm clocks really hard unless they want it to go on strike...
Actually, thats a pretty good moral.
~Kat
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on 2004-07-07 12:30 pm (UTC)Goosnargh
I'm so proud of me. :P
Re: Goosnargh
on 2005-08-18 08:50 pm (UTC)Me too. It's very good of you.
~Sor
Re: Goosnargh
on 2005-08-18 10:23 pm (UTC)Re: Goosnargh
on 2005-08-22 04:59 pm (UTC)See, I'm just about the oppisite. I go ahead and USE whatever the heck it is, and then it gets broken or ripped or bad.
I'm weird though.
~Sor
Re: Goosnargh
on 2005-08-23 05:53 am (UTC)Re: Goosnargh
on 2005-08-23 09:16 pm (UTC)But then I'm running really fast and I trip and rip my jeans or something.
Ok, so it's mostly my clothes that I USE. But whatever...
~Sor
Re: Goosnargh
on 2005-08-24 05:58 am (UTC)Ripping gives them character
Re: Goosnargh
on 2005-11-21 11:10 pm (UTC)Except when it's cold out.
But then you can wear nifty tights with them and they'll be visable through the holes and look awesome.
~Sor
Re: Goosnargh
on 2005-11-25 07:19 am (UTC)This
on 2005-12-08 12:25 am (UTC)~Sor
Re: This
on 2005-12-08 02:19 am (UTC)Re: This
on 2005-12-12 11:49 pm (UTC)*looks proud*
~Sor
Re: This
on 2005-12-13 03:17 am (UTC)Re: This
on 2006-01-08 09:48 pm (UTC)~Sor
Re: This
on 2006-01-09 02:42 am (UTC)Re: This
on 2006-04-12 08:15 pm (UTC)~Sor
Re: This
on 2006-04-21 07:48 pm (UTC)Re: This
on 2006-04-23 03:54 pm (UTC)~Sor
Re: This
on 2006-05-09 11:04 am (UTC)no subject
on 2005-06-24 07:28 am (UTC)A
~V~
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on 2005-07-05 06:20 pm (UTC)Awww...
~Sor
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on 2005-08-18 10:24 pm (UTC)An A - -!
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on 2005-08-22 04:59 pm (UTC)Explain??
~Sor
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on 2005-08-23 05:54 am (UTC)no subject
on 2005-08-23 09:17 pm (UTC)Footerama?
~Sor
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on 2005-08-24 06:07 am (UTC)no subject
on 2005-10-21 01:40 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2005-11-21 11:11 pm (UTC)>.>
<.<
I've never really seen it though...
~Sor
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on 2005-11-25 07:31 am (UTC)no subject
on 2005-12-08 12:31 am (UTC)Zim's first on my list for impossible to see tv shows.
Followed by MPFC
Maybe I should investigate taping things...
~Sor
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on 2005-12-08 02:20 am (UTC)And you should.
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on 2005-12-12 11:51 pm (UTC)~Sor
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on 2005-12-13 03:19 am (UTC)Haha, I've already seen that!
/me sticks out her tongue.
Right now I'm working on getting it, but, despite it's awesomeness, $90-$100 is far too expencive.
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on 2006-01-08 09:50 pm (UTC)I used to have MPFC borrowed from Eric, but then he took it back. Silly New York boi. *sighs*
~Sor
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on 2006-01-09 02:43 am (UTC)My dad's friend took his back.
We should pool our money and buy it.
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on 2006-04-12 08:17 pm (UTC)~Sor
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on 2006-04-21 07:49 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2006-04-23 03:55 pm (UTC)~Sor
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on 2006-05-09 11:05 am (UTC)no subject
on 2011-08-26 02:48 am (UTC)~Sor