Creative Writing: Hurricane Storm

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•Tyler• Do you ever feel like you're thinking too much? Does it feel like thoughts are a swirling hurricane, trapped inside you head, and you can feel the wind howling in your ears, so you curl up and try to block out the sound but nothing seems to work? I do. Some days, I just want to be alone to calm the storm. This is one of those days. I tread through the soft earth, the surrounding trees disappearing in the gray, misty predawn. I don't need a flashlight. My feet know where to take me. Sleep avoided me during the night. My brain was too active to shut down properly. It's mostly my depressing thoughts. I hate them. Why do I have to be afflicted with this disease!? I sigh out loud. Summer is coming to a close, which means school will be starting back up soon. The only thing that I like about school is seeing my friends, like Josh and Mark. Other than that, I hate it. …show more content…

I reach out and touch the lowest wood board that has been nailed to the tree which serves as a ladder. With my ukulele occupying one hand, I use my free one to make my way carefully up the tree. I feel the weathered wood boards underneath my hands as I crawl over the ledge at the top of the ladder. My dad built this treehouse for me as a kid. Despite it's simple box shape with three windows, I loved it. I'd play in it most days with my brothers. I'm the only one who goes back to it now. I've had to replace some of the rotting boards over the years to keep up to safety standards. It's my place to escape it

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