Example Of Creative Writing On The Accident

The light began to creep through the curtains and tip toe on Elise’s face. She threw the duvet up over her head, and violently cocooned herself in her bed. In spite of her hopes to fall back to sleep, the sound of 80s music echoed in her mind. The door let out a creek as it slowly started to open. Elise slyly removed one eye from her nest of blankets to see who was sneaking into her room. A moment of silence followed. A voice rang out, “Thriller! Thriller night!” Michael Jackson blared from a radio in the hallway. Elise groaned. She wished for five more minutes of sleep. The door suddenly flung open to reveal Leo in suspenders and a tray of breakfast dancing to the silliest music.
Elise threw the duvet off of her body, into the floor and sat straight up in bed. Leo danced around the room with the tray. “What’s with the suspenders?” She strained to overpower the music. “Your breakfast, Love,” he sang to the beat of the music. Elise began to laugh, “I hate 80s Music” “I know. I thought you needed to laugh today.” Leo sat the tray in front Elise. She let out a scream, “Oooh, Toast!” “Only the best for you, Princess.” “We’re out of food again.” Leo laughed. “Can I have some milk with my coffee?” Elise asked. Leo kissed Elise. Then, he leaned back to look into her beautiful, and bright, blue eyes. To him, it was like staring straight into heaven.
Elise laughed as he danced out of the room to crazy 80s music. Watching him act so silly made her love himand possibly the sound of the 1980s. “Be right back,” he yelled. Elise squeezed lemon into her tea and licked the juice off of her fingers. Her mouth puckered as the bitter lemon hit the back of her throat. She grabbed a glass of water on her bedside table, and gulped so fast the water began to spill out of her mouth and down her chest. Elise didn’t care since the day was so hot and muggy. The air was thick, like food stuck in the back of your throat.
Her sister walked into her bedroom. “Are you getting up today?” “I am up,” she thought. Her sister folded her arms as if to say, “No, you are not. You are still in bed.” Elise’s hand began to shake as she leaned to place the glass of water on the table. The sunlight creeping from the curtains was red hot on her face. Red hot, like the feeling she still had in the pit of her stomach every time she thought of milk.
While Elise slept, Leo decorated the entire house with party decorations. He noticed the fairy lights flickering on the side of the house from the kitchen window. Leo sat the milk down to investigate. “There must be a short in the wires,” he thought. Leo grabbed the ladder and climbed up to the roof. Before he knew it, he was tangled up in lights. He felt something wet on his head. A bird had pee’d on him. He started to slip. Leo fell backwards and smacked the ground. He lay on his back. He laughed. The sky was bright blue just like Elise's eyes. He laughed at just how silly this all wasyet, when he fell off the ladder, the lights got caught on the house and he didn’t fall on his back, he accidentally hung himself, and Elise woke every morning, with the constant reminder of why she hated the sound 80s music.