Literature
The sound
2-13-2009 5:30am
"Buzz, buzz, buzz!" The alarm was a deadly killer of dreams. I loath that thing to the depth of my being. I dropped my hand upon the incessant beast. It was not destroyed, merely silenced. That would have to do for the time being.
With a moan, I rolled myself from under the comforting sheets. It was just another boring day in my sad, boring life. Or so I thought. If I had taken a single moment out of my monotonous day to look at the calender I would have seen that it was friday. It wasn't just any friday though. It was friday the thirteenth.
From my bed I went to the bathroom, the closet, the kitchen, and finally the TV ro