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How to Survive Being Trapped in an Elevator

Monday, February 4th, 2013

Prompt #1: Trapped in the Elevator, alone, with a person you would walk across the street to avoid. Write a narrative dialogue.


Oh fuck…

“Oh hey!”

The doors slid back to reveal the most annoying person I have ever met. Whenever I saw her she trapped me into listening another installment of what I liked to call The Most Boring Life Story You Never Wanted to Hear.

“How are you?” she squeaked.

“Fine. You?”

“Oh I’m just great. It has been a super awesome week so far!”

“It’s Monday…” I stared straight ahead hoping she would take my monotone answers as a clue that she should stop talking to me.

“I know! That’s what makes it so great!”

How is she so damn chipper all the time? I’m on my third cup of coffee and can’t stop yawning. Even her ponytail seems perky.

“Well that’s great,” I said wondering why elevators didn’t move faster.

“How has your semester been?”


“Oh yeah me too! I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been holed up in the library and we’re only four weeks in! I think I’m there like every day,” she giggled. “I’m always reading or something. It’s ridiculous! Like last Thursday I was there all day. It was so sad!”

“That does sound sad,” I said as the doors opened to let in another passenger.

Why didn’t I take the stairs? This is my punishment for being lazy.

“Oh! Oh! Guess what?!?”

Her news excited her so much she started waving her hands and bouncing around. I raised my eyebrow at her cheerleader impression, which seemed to encourage her to go on.

“You know, you know that really weird guy in our math class last semester? Well I totally ran into him yesterday. And guess what? I like got back home and guess who had friend requested me?”

“Dr. Suess?”

“You’re so funny! No! He totally likes me. I mean it’s so obvious. I was like eww! Can you imagine me and Jason? God that would be so funny!”

“Wait, Jason is the really weird guy you were talking about?”

“Umm duh,” she laughed as she twisted her hair around her finger. “Who did you think I was talking about?”

“I actually had no idea. Why do you think Jason’s weird?” This should be interesting.

“You know… he’s just so strange!”

I smiled. She just looked so uncomfortable. Maybe it was petty of me, but I figured I would try to entertain myself on this torturous ride upstairs.

“I don’t know I thought he was a really cool guy.”

She peered up at me. “Really?”

“Oh yeah. We talked a few times after class. He’s cute in a really unexpected way. I mean that smile is so adorable. I would definitely date him if I had the chance.”

“You would?”

“Yeah. That’s probably really dumb. I mean he’s obviously interested in you.”

She started tapping her finger on her lip. “He’s really interesting. Like to talk to and stuff. I hadn’t noticed his smile before, but now that you mention it he is pretty cute. Maybe I’ll give him a shot…”

Just then the cage dinged announcing my release. I smiled and turned to her as I walked out.

“Oh I’m so jealous! Well have fun.”

“Ok Bye,” she chirped.


Next week the elevator door opened to reveal the happy couple. I laughed as I walked past the metal doors to the stairwell. My roommate stared at them as we made our way to our floor.

“Wasn’t that Olivia?” she asked.


“Who was that weird guy she was hanging all over?”

“His name is Jason.”

“He looks like a troll.”

“Well that’s just rude.” I said with a laugh.

“It’s true! God they make the weirdest couple!”

“I know. Poor Jason.”

She laughed as we climbed the last set of stairs.

Maybe taking the elevator wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

Cheaters Never Win… or So I Hope

Wednesday, January 30th, 2013

#2 Time to rant, rave, and foam at the mouth: the piece of mind you would like to give that old so and so. This is about anger.



I fell for you. I fell for every line and every story. I believed you when you told me that I was different. Somehow I was the special one, the one that made all the other girls look like mistakes, the one that was worth your time and energy. I suppose you would know how different I was since you had some many other girls to compare me too. Was it all a lie? It makes me cringe to look back and see how wrong I was. I hate myself for liking you and I hate you for making me.

I don’t deserve you. Isn’t that what you told me so many times? I think that’s the only true thing you’ve ever told me. I know that now. I look at that picture we took together and I can tell that I’m ridiculously happy. I don’t usually smile for pictures like that. Normally camera’s can produce a polite smile, not a genuine one. But that smile was for you. Now the only thing I feel looking at that picture is hurt and anger and frustration, mixed with a little bit of self-loathing.

It’s hard to realize that you’ve wasted part of your life on someone who only pretended to care. I mean how could you care when you treated me like you did? You used me and then when you thought you were gonna get caught you threw me back without a single good excuse. What was it you said when you broke up with me? I’m actually not sure what your reason was there was so much bullshit to wade through. And what’s worse you expected everything to go on like normal. Even though you broke up with me, even though you made me cry you had no idea why anything had to change between us. I wish I had kicked you out sooner.

On top of being the most delusional person I’ve ever met you’re also extremely cruel. When I asked you to leave me alone, when I begged you to stop calling so I could move on you told me you missed me. You miss me? Maybe you shouldn’t have broken up with me then? I also find it hard to believe you missed me so much when you had another girlfriend to deal with. When I finally decided that we could be friends you tried to come visit me, even though I asked for a little distance. I often wonder what would have happened if you had. Maybe I could have been the one to yell and scream at you instead of your other girlfriend. How I would have loved to slap you in the face when I found out I wasn’t the only one. I certainly thought about kicking you in your favorite appendage enough times.

I didn’t deserve this and you should have known that. Now I can’t trust myself because I trusted you… completely, no questions asked, without a moment of doubt. I was so wrong about you and it makes me question everything. I hate you for turning me into this paranoid, self-doubting person. I was never that girl before all of this.

I hate you for building me up just to send me crashing back down. I was fine without you. I liked being single. I didn’t want or need you, at first, but you were so likeable. Even though I told everyone I didn’t care my heart jumped into my throat every time I saw you. I couldn’t keep the stupid grin off my face. But you knew that too, didn’t you?

I hate you for never telling me the truth and then accusing me of lying. I’m causing problems in your life? Oh I’m so sorry. Perhaps you shouldn’t have fucked every girl you could while making promises to two others. So when you ask me if I did this or if I said that I would just like to say go ask your other girlfriend and thank you for never apologizing.

I will continue to ignore your phone calls. No we will never be friends on Facebook. For your own safety and my dignity please do not try to talk to me on campus. I don’t want to see you smile or laugh or have a happy life. I do not wish you well. In the end I hope that I’m the biggest mistake of your life because you were certainly the biggest mistake of mine.

Hoping I’ll never see you again,


P.S. I’m glad I have seen you. The extra 30 pounds you’ve gained makes me smile.