So, I used to make poems and other things back in high school and I was looking through everything I made and found this short story I made. After reading through it I was shocked this was something I could write and even checked for plagiarism to make sure it was mine because I was in disbelief. Here it is then… (I’m aware of the terrible grammar.)

La La La

He gets up from the stuffy, warm, bed. He feels a heat on his face with a ray of sunshine after opening the blanket up. The curtains barely covering the sun, failing at its supposed job. He slowly get up to hear the chirping of birds. “la la la they say” as he looks out the window. “these birds just keep on coming don’t they”. “Oh, how I wish they could just shut up and *die*”. Before taking another step he smells a putrid oder that sends every hair on his body straight up. “God, this smell too” with a hint of annoyance. “This building never gets cleaned up, I should complain to the landlord”. The building was at its last breath, it was about 100 years old, or maybe less? It was made of bricks when the landlord and the landlords family owned it. “Guess I’ll head downstairs, see if i can talk to someone about that damn smell”. There was a certain level of silence taking place. Where were his neighbors, the staff? “Oh yeah, they went off to that party I wasn’t invited to”, for a moment he felt a sudden rage at the thought of it. “Ha, the landlord went off without me too, what was the party for again?”. As he scrambled his head for the right words as if it was a distant memory, a quick, momentary smile shot through his mouth like a hyena. “La la la” he sang, a humming of delight as he approached the heat ridden door that leads outside. “This smell, this smell!”. The door, the smell, the chirping all singing in harmony the closer he gets! His pain, his agony slowly transforming into one great spotlight of delight as he approaches. The door finally opens, the chirping turns to hisses as scavengers in this desolate land feed on the landlords family, friends, and at last herself. The smell orchestrated a dizzying delight in his mind as blood painted the walls and guts being eating, oh what irony! There was a letter of invitation in one of the guests hand reading “Welcome to the joyous marriage of Christian and **Landlord**!”. He picks up the invitation “Ah, I did have an invitation, guess i can join the party then”. He walks to landlord and sits still with a face of disgust. Then walks to the body not yet digested. “You had to choose that *person* didn’t you, but I don’t blame you” he said with a look of satisfaction. “No, its not your fault at all, it’s mine”. “But now your a higher being I can truly admire, something I can carry over in my heart in conjunction with it beating”. He finally stops to look one last time behind him at the red bricked building before he walks away from the party, the chirping, and sings. “La, la, la”.