This tumblog began as a creative attempt at curing writers block. It was a fairly simple idea; I would submit one piece of creative writing each day regardless of quality or length. I managed to keep this up for 90 consecutive days before my day job and the general clutter of life got in the way... enjoy!
Any questions or comments are more than welcome. Thanks for reading! - Cassi HuttonShe sank back, fading into herself, becoming less. Polysyllabic words rushed by on jelly legs, yelling. Words she didn’t understand. Subarachnoid. More words, white masks, plastic tubes. Nothing was real. Buccal midazolam. Nothing made sense. The words were questions now, she could tell from the way the voices lifted. Even these words were without meaning. Her name foreign. Can you hear me? Blue-gloved hands waved over her face. Her fingers twitched while her tongue lay useless in her mouth like a lump of meat. The room got smaller, voices louder, metallic. The pounding in her chest was a slowly declining staccato, replaced by the sound of crashing waves. Her eyes, now closed, stared into bright flashes of white, blue, yellow, red. Convulsions. Spittle. Nothing.
