Here are two micro-fiction pieces using two random personal tweets. Enjoy! The tweet is in bold.
Late
I jump out of the car, lukewarm coffee in one hand, keys in the other. My over-packed schoolbag is causing me to fall over as I lock the doors. I shouldn't even bring my textbook but I will anyway. I left my cell phone at home and have no idea what time it is. I assume I'm late since I'm late a lot. After break, these afternoon classes always come up too quickly. My boots crush the gravel as I approach the sidewalk outside of the parking lot. My professor is right infront of me, about 50 feet away. I know it's her because I glanced at her side-profile when she looked towards the setting sun. She is walking briskly, yet her highlighted bob stays perfectly in place. I guess I'm not late after all. It's so awkard following your professor all the way to class. I wonder if she knows it's me behind her. It's approaching final's week and she still calls Steve, Kevin, so I guess she doesn't. We are now coming up to the classroom building and she holds the door for me, but doesn't look back to see who's behind her. She probably knows, or doesn't care, or just wants to get to class. Maybe she's late. I go into the bathroom to delay the start of class. At least I'm not late.
Church
So my mom has been wanting to try this new place down the street from our house. It's not a pizzeria, or a nail salon. It's a new church. She always says that one Sunday when she has off, she wants to go there. This has been going on for about two years now. Finally I told her, enough is enough. Let's go check it out. I passed the building many times before. The building itself is huge, but the actual church part looks somewhat small to accommodate the full parking lot of guests.
We stepped out of the car and we immediately lost. Which is the main entrance? There's like 5 different doors and no sign. Just crosses everywhere .. I was overwhelmed already. That feeling was instantly replaced with comfort of a softly singing choir. The harmonious group of two dozen men and women made me feel like I was home. I closed my eyes and rocked slowly back and forth. I wish I knew the words to the song they were singing. Then again, no, because I would have ruined the song for everyone in the sauctuary.
The crowd was mixed, yet united. The children were called away as the adults embraced the word of God and sang of his glory. I kept looking at my mom. She appeared peaceful and content. This was the place she wanted to be.
Late
I jump out of the car, lukewarm coffee in one hand, keys in the other. My over-packed schoolbag is causing me to fall over as I lock the doors. I shouldn't even bring my textbook but I will anyway. I left my cell phone at home and have no idea what time it is. I assume I'm late since I'm late a lot. After break, these afternoon classes always come up too quickly. My boots crush the gravel as I approach the sidewalk outside of the parking lot. My professor is right infront of me, about 50 feet away. I know it's her because I glanced at her side-profile when she looked towards the setting sun. She is walking briskly, yet her highlighted bob stays perfectly in place. I guess I'm not late after all. It's so awkard following your professor all the way to class. I wonder if she knows it's me behind her. It's approaching final's week and she still calls Steve, Kevin, so I guess she doesn't. We are now coming up to the classroom building and she holds the door for me, but doesn't look back to see who's behind her. She probably knows, or doesn't care, or just wants to get to class. Maybe she's late. I go into the bathroom to delay the start of class. At least I'm not late.
Church
So my mom has been wanting to try this new place down the street from our house. It's not a pizzeria, or a nail salon. It's a new church. She always says that one Sunday when she has off, she wants to go there. This has been going on for about two years now. Finally I told her, enough is enough. Let's go check it out. I passed the building many times before. The building itself is huge, but the actual church part looks somewhat small to accommodate the full parking lot of guests.
We stepped out of the car and we immediately lost. Which is the main entrance? There's like 5 different doors and no sign. Just crosses everywhere .. I was overwhelmed already. That feeling was instantly replaced with comfort of a softly singing choir. The harmonious group of two dozen men and women made me feel like I was home. I closed my eyes and rocked slowly back and forth. I wish I knew the words to the song they were singing. Then again, no, because I would have ruined the song for everyone in the sauctuary.
The crowd was mixed, yet united. The children were called away as the adults embraced the word of God and sang of his glory. I kept looking at my mom. She appeared peaceful and content. This was the place she wanted to be.
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