Tell ME a Story November 13, 2007
Posted by markdykeman in writing.Tags: blog, reader, stories
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I’m struggling for inspiration at the moment but an idea finally hit me.
I want YOU (yes, you reader) to leave me a comment and tell me about something really fun, cool, interesting, exciting, or new that you’ve run across lately.
I’m really curious to know what YOU have to say. Please tell me a story, even if it just a short one. The comments link is waiting for you! 
My girlfriend is pregnant, about 19 weeks along now. Up until very recently she’s been debilitated with “hypermesis gravitum” if I remember correctly. It’s basically extreme morning sickness that lasts all the time and can continue throughout the pregnancy. Good times as you can imagine.
She’s been getting better. Keeping food down. The days that she’s completely bedridden and sick are becoming fewer and further between as the pregnancy progresses.
So it’s extremely disheartening when, on our one shared day off work, Sunday, we’re woken up at 8 AM, walls rumbling, from white trash metal blasting from next door. She’s immediately thrown back into sickness. Puking up everything she’d kept down.
We share a duplex with this asshole who works at a trashy strip club in town. He’s the limo driver or something, doesn’t get home from work until about 5 AM.
He must have been drunk out of his mind. There was no excuse for how loud it was, it was done with a purpose. I was ready to go next door garnishing a blade of some kind, just furious.
Instead, I decided to pound on the wall nearest the source of the noise. I didn’t strike it very hard, using the side of my hand like a karate chop mixed with a fist.
The cheap dry wall didn’t require a whole hell of a lot of force to give immediately, despite the years of bad paint jobs and smoke stains on top of the plaster. They’d created a heavy enamel on the wall that made it look a little sturdier than it was. it wasn’t, and my hand was in the middle of fiber glass insulation with three deep gashes bleeding on my wrist in the shape of a frown.
People see it and ask if I have a cat or a dog. I tell them my mom just told me she has to put my dog to sleep, and I have a white trash neighbor who listens to metal at eight in the morning. Thanks for asking.
Thanks for the comment. Hope you enjoyed the story. It ran longer than I expected.
@ tyler - now that’s what I’m talking about! Excellent story! Sorry about the wrist… Hope your girlfriend weathers the pregancy storm in good spirits and better health.
If you like science-fiction and fantasy, you could check my blog. There are several short stories written by me (shameless, self-promoting me
), and I’ll be posting more in the future. They’re not stories from real life, of course, but still you might find something that you’ll like.
@ el volgero -sure, but I was really hoping that you might post a story here….
I’m sorry, but I’m not good at telling real stories — they usually come out too dry and tasteless. Besides, I’m at home right now instead of working, my head is burning with high temperature, and I can’t think right. That’s why I’m just trying to distract myself from the effects of the cold I’ve caught, by tag-hopping at wordpress. When I get better, I’ll post a story here, although I can’t promise it will be a real one, if that’s alright with you.
@ el volgero -please don’t take me too seriously! no need to post here…