Creative Writing Course

Okay, no pictures today. I am currently attending a creative writing course in school to, well improve my writing skills. As this blog also serves the purpose to improve my writing skills, I will post texts about different things every now and then. Here is the text I wrote for todays task:

An alarm clock goes off, it sounds broken. The bright red light on the cracked display shows that it’s 7 o’clock. A hand reaches slowly towards the clock, rises, then turns into a fist, just to beat the clock violently a second later. Several times.

Silence, a deep breath, then a yawn. A man lies on his bed motionless for a moment. Resting, preparing to open his eyes.

30 minutes later the alarm clock goes off, again. It makes barely a sound now. A hand moves slowly towards the clock, grabs it, rises it, just to smash it against the wall a few seconds later.

Silence, a deep breath, then a moan. His eyes are open now, barely. He is staring at the ceiling, because the rest of the room is illuminated by the morning sun. His eyes haven’t adjusted to the bright light yet.

A few minutes later. He grabs a watch that is lying on the table and puts it in front of his face, blocking the view to the ceiling, soothing his eyes. To focus his view on the watch, he moves it away and then closer to his face. He continues this for a while until he stops, his eyes are wide open now.

7 minutes later. The man exits his flat hastily, while putting on his jacket. In one hand his briefcase, in the other hand a cup filled with coffee and in his mouth a sandwich. He looks grumpy.

43 minutes later. The man stands in an office box, one next to many. He drops himself onto his office chair, leans back and sighs. ”Darn late again, I hope Karlsson didn’t notice.“, he thinks. He pushes the power button of the computer, then turns around to open his briefcase that is lying on the floor. A pair of polished black shoes are next to it. He looks up. His supervisor Mr. Karlsson stands there straight, with his arm crossed and waving a couple of sheets in one hand. He looks down, judgemental. The man looks down.

Silence, a deep breath, then the starting sound of the computer. Dooong!!!