This is a short story I wrote for English today. I just changed the names from Lori and Charlie to Ginger and Darren.
Why is Darren Naked!?
March 12th 2007
Ginger finished up her email to her mother. Her stomach began to growl. "Bathroom first," she said to herself as she got up from the chair.
She opened the door to the bathroom. "Hey, I'm in here!" Darren shouted at her.
"Sorry." Ginger rolled her eyes. They had been married to nearly two years and Darren still didn't like the idea of them sharing a bathroom at the same. It's not like she hadn't seen him naked before. She was caring his baby for god's sake!
Ginger was starving. She decided to make a delicious breakfast of cereal for both herself and Darren, even though he didn't deserve it. She got the ingredients and began to prepare the meal.
Ginger moved her hand down to touch her bloated stomach. There were only a couple of months left until the new addition would join the family. She couldn't wait. They had already bought all the clothes and had recently finished the nursery.
The cereal was finished. Ginger set the bowls out in front of two chairs. Then, a strange feeling came over her. She started to feel light headed. The room seemed darker then it was just seconds ago.
Ginger groaned, clutching her belly. Slowly, she sank to the floor. When she opened her eyes, a tall man dressed in all black stood in front of her.
Who is he? she thought in question.
The dark figure began to talk in some strange language that Ginger had never heard of before. She tried to pull herself up, but she couldn't. She didn't have enough strength. Ginger realized who it was. It was the Death! The Grim Reaper! He wasn't supposed to be here! She wasn't ready to die!
"No," Ginger moaned. She looked around the room. Darren was running in. He heard his wife in pain and wasn't able to finish his shower. He had no clothes on. "What is he doing?"
The reaper laughed. A blue glowing globe sat in the palm of his hand. "No, you can't have her!" Darren yelled.
"Darren, do something!" Ginger screamed at her husband. Why wasn't he helping? Death took the glowing soul and put it in the pocket of his cloak. Darren fell to his naked knees, sobbing his eyes out. It was too late, his wife and unborn child was gone.
"God damn it! I fucking hate this game!" Ginger cursed. Darren looked over at her from the couch. "Don't look at me! I am so pissed at you at this moment. How could you let your wife die? And I was having your baby! We were supposed to have a baby! But then I died! And all you did was run in, naked of all things, watch me die, and cry like a pussy! What the fuck is wrong with you? Why did you let me die?"
Darren pretended to listen, only blinking through out his girl friend's rant. Ginger smacked the computer screen and cursed.
"I'm going to get a popsicle," she said.
Darren raised an eyebrow. He got up from the couch and walked over to the computer. "The Sims 2?" he read out loud. "I wish she would stop playing this. It makes her crazy."
The end! I know it's stupid. My teacher said I have quite an imagination. Yeah… Tell me what you think.
With Love,
CT