Marzipan Daily, a story I'm working on currently in Writing. Any crossing out or revision is posted.
Marzipan Daily
Click click clack, I finished up part of my paper on the typewriter. Accursed things, no backspace unlike a computer. I picked up my coat and hat on the way out.
I walked outside to be met with the cold chilly Marzipan air, as I put my brown leather
trenchcoat on. I listened to the engines,
ahuge fans keeping us in the air. Each blade half as long as a football field.
Trying to find more iron is hard... I watched as an island drifted over the city. Some zeppelins flew overhead. I stared at the
pagesplanes as they circled a zeppelin. Like honeybees defending a hive.
"Hey, get movin'!" a man said. I continued walking home.
When I opened the door all hell broke loose, my son banging a metal pot with a wooden spoon, and my daughter was turning up the TV while my son banged louder.
"STOP!!" I yelled. I turned down the TV and confiscated the spoon and pot. I walked to the 1960's refridgerator, donning a chrome handle, and looked inside. I looked at
all what was in the refridgerator.
"Hmmm..." I adressed something.
"Nah," I decided, instead reaching for a jar of jelly. I opened a cupboard(?) and grabbed some bread and a jar of peanut butter. I walked out of the kitchen with my sandwich when suddenly
the somebody banged on the door. I set down my sandwich and walked to the door.
"Who is it?" I asked through the door.
"It's me, Chester!" announced a gruff voice. I nodded. I opened the door. Chester was your average easy-going man. He was wearing a grey coat, some old gloves, and a pair of jeans.
"So, how are the kids?" he asked as he wiped his boots on the door mat.
"Fine. But hecktic as ever," I said.
"Hm," he nodded.
"Want a sandwich?"
"Eh-sure."
"Ok." I replied as I made way towards the refridgerator.
"So, how's it been at the Mines?" I asked, looking for the jelly.
"Good, although the rock's ben pretty hard right now." He responded.
"I have no idea how you like that job,"I said while making his sandwich.
More coming later (possibly) today!
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