Creative Writing: Rap

It’s 8:19 pm and I’m lying in my bed in the dark. For some reason it’s cold like winter in my room. I’m under a set of heavy blankets, but the harsh air is penetrating right through my covers. My teeth are jittering like a wind-up toy moving. I closed my eyes and started listening to my surroundings. I can hear the heating furnace across the room snoring or that’s what it sounds like to me. A bus passed by the window making a loud scream. Then I thought to myself, “Those tires or brakes on that bus needs to be desperately drenched in oil.” I can hear music that isn’t in my room, but sounds like it’s blaring from next door with a mix of voices. As I listened closely I figured out the genre of music is rap. “Boy, am I tired of hearing rap music,

ugh! Extremely annoyed.” I said under my breath with a pout.
I put my hand against the wall, feeling vibrations.

The bass of the music was strong it was shaking my walls and made buzz, and boom sounds like it was trying to break through and get me. It’s around 11:43 pm now the music is still kicking. I hear the lock on the front door, go click click then err the door opens, I heard footsteps, after footsteps, I lost count on how many people were in the living room that just entered, moments later the door claps closed. The door to my room is closed. I’m not sure if they know I’m here or not, but they are talking awfully loud for a late hour. Pop, pop, pop, goes the microwave and the aroma of popcorn creeps under my doorway. The smell made my stomach growl but man did I want popcorn now. My roommate opens the door to our room and everything was illuminated in a quick second. The light burns straight through my eyes as I bring them down to a squint, and small tears started to form. I wasn’t crying the light just hurt and I then said

“Hello.”

Narration: Get the party started

You think beer pong is hard to play, try water pong and you’re not even drunk. I went to a party that wasn’t really a party it was awkward and everyone was divided into categories, like no one wanted to mingle. I’m not much of a party animal, in fact I hardly go to parties I thought I was the shy, awkward one, but that party proved me totally wrong. I went around giving everyone glow sticks and telling them to dance. There’s no shame in making yourself look like a fool at a party, I mean isn’t that normal?
I floated across the dance floor it was like being a fairy and hovering.

My huge eyes spotted something to the far left. “I spy with my giant, beautiful eyes… a table!!” I said to myself, I darted in that direction. The table had 15 party cups with water in each one they were in a triangle shape. The water in the cups were illumined with glow sticks. They were so colorful, blue, pink, green, orange, yellow and many more. Next to the cups were two ping pong balls. On the table there was also a layer cover of black light dye of a lot of colors. I approached this boy across the room at the time I didn’t know his name. He wore a casual dress shirt with strips in every direction. He had on some blue jeans and his hair was a dirty blond. His hair was just above his shoulders and his bangs touched his eyebrows lightly. He smelled astonishing whatever that cologne was it sure was a girl grabber. It was breathtaking and I told the boy he smelt divine. Then I asked if he would play water pong with me. He delightfully said, “Yeah, Sure.” We both stood at each end of the table and I was the first player to start the game. I threw the small ping pong ball on to the table, next thing you know bloop, the water splashed on his shirt and some of the dye did too and the ping pong ball landed in the cup. He put the middle cup off to the side away from the other cups then I over threw the other ping pong ball and it went flying off the table under a chair. The boy went to fetch for ball then

he came back and it was his turned. Bloop, bloop, both ping pong balls nailed it in to my cups and my nice long sleeve grey shirt turned into a tie-dye shirt. I place the cups aside and it was his turn again for making both balls in. The rest of the game got heated up it was back and forward my turn, then his turn, then mine again till we both had one last cup. I was scared my heart was pounding louder than the music playing in the background, I tried breathing in and out at a slow consistent. I used a napkin to wipe off the ball but as I resume to play the ball just in my hand grew wet. I must be terribly nerves. I’m sweating like a pig. I raised my arm and through the ball while holding my breath. It bounced on the table and over the boy. I threw the other ball and it went plop just stuck on the black light dyes on the table. “Darn it.” I said in frustration. He totally has this in the bag and just as I expected, he did with one last bloop then a splash of water hit my face and it was game over. I went over to his side of the table had my hand out and said “Good game.” Then he replied, “My name is Matt and thanks.”
I thought doing observation was more interesting the Narration, therefore I favor observation more because it was in the moment feelings on what’s going on. Narration you had to do a lot of thinking and go back into the past. They both can convey into a story. Remembering stuff can be tough on people specially if it was long ago but lucky for me it wasn’t that long ago this happened and I like to think I have good mem