Eventually the tiredness had to break, right?
No way he could be this tired for this long.
Everything seemed such an effort, even blinking!
Reaching for his sixth Monster, he pounded it back.
Going to be a long shift tonight. Good thing he had a twelve pack.
Yet he wondered if that would be enough.
Time to go to bed.
It’s been a long and trying day.
Ready for the sun to rise, marking a new beginning,
Except I still need to get these three things done.
Do I have to do them tonight or can it wait till tomorrow?
Proof that you are moving forward can be hard to find
Realize that sometimes just not going backwards as fast is something
Or stay still as everyone around you marches somewhere you don’t want to go
Grieve when you need to grieve, that allow you to move forward
Rest when you are tired. That allows you to move forward
Every step might feel like you are wading through a riptide
So much of life can be like that
Still, one step, then another, always trying. That is how it works. Give yourself credit for…
The lack of sleep kept mounting
It became a load that was difficult to carry
Reaching a tipping point where it was impossible to keep their eyes open
Everything stopped while they sunk into unconsciousness
Dreaming of trying to go to sleep…
He stalked his prey
Until it tired, letting him get close
Now he was ready to make the final strike
To claim her as his trophy
Emboldened as he struck out, but he suddenly realized he had been wrong
Didn’t get to see her triumphant smile with his lifeless eyes
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Zany hijinks left Harold so tired
Zipping up his sleeping bag he settled down for a good sleep under the sky
Zero sleeps were to be had since it started to pour and he didn’t have a tent
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Anthony didn’t know what to expect
Nights could be quiet, but this one?
Dude! Everyone was just wigging out.
The downtown nightclub, Tulane’s, burnt to the ground
He heard through the grapevine it was started by someone with a bong and a blowtorch
Everyone knows you don’t combine the two
But after the party moved on, there was a brawl at The Green Goddess.
Anthony had been on that call
Needed to bust a few drunken asses to get that mess sorted out
Detox was going to be busy till morning
People kept the crazy going even then
Leaving everyone on the night shift, including Anthony, very tired and cranky
Anthony thought once again about that parole job and wondered if he should bid on it
Yet he loved being a police officer
Every day he got to keep people safe, even when they behaved like animals
Deep down he knew he would miss it the minute he left
Over the radio another call came in, a robbery at a gas station
Never a dull moment, but there was always hope for a break later
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You know you’re tired when…
All you can think about is closing your eyes, but you’re driving
Walking along the sidewalk and you wonder if sleepwalking is a real thing
Not being able to talk because your mouth is wide open as you…
For this reddit prompt I was tasked to write a story that started with a ten word sentence and continued with a sentence one word less in consecutive ones. The goal was to come up with something that would fit this structure. How did I do?
I am almost home, but I am so very sleepy.
I need to keep my eyes open to drive.
Windows down, twenty degree air in my face
Teeth chattering to the blaring radio’s beat
Still my eyes threaten to close.
The view changes between blinks
But I don’t stop
I’ll be fine.
I think
Crash!
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