The Daily Grind – Random Fiction 1

BUZZ! BUZZ! RING! RING!

Rusty cursed the thought of waking up before the sun had arisen. He slapped the off button on his alarm clock and pulled himself out of bed.

Without time to even eat breakfast, Rusty hopped into his car and ate a granola bar on his way to work. He had to force his eyes to stay open.

Arriving at work, he parked the car and entered into the building.

When his six hours of strenuous and boring work was finally behind him, he clocked out and began his trip back home.

“I think I’ll do something productive today.” Thought Rusty as he sits on his couch watching anime on Netflix.

Before long Rusty took a shower, shaved his hairy face, and laid out his work clothes, ready for tomorrow.

“I’ll do something productive after work tomorrow.” Said Rusty, finishing up his anime marathon.

BUZZ! BUZZ! RING! RING!

“Morning already…”

Rusty got dressed and drove to work. Once more doing his part at work until he could finally go home.

“I worked hard today. I’ll do something productive tomorrow.” Said Rusty, pulling up Netflix.

And though it only seemed like minutes, Rusty’s day was gone in a flash. He went about his before bed routine and got everything ready for work tomorrow.

BUZZ! BUZZ! RING! RING!

Rusty opened his eyes. He stared at the ceiling and thought to himself, “Adulting sucks.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dog Day – James and Derek

James threw the front door open and slammed it behind himself in great hurry.

His chest rose with every deep, stressed breath he took. He’s covered in mud and dirt and his clothes are filthy and torn.

“Have another run I’m with your biggest nemesis the dumpster?” Asked Derek, who’s sitting on the couch with his best friend Alexis (they are watching horror movies).

Alexis giggled.

“No!” James said. “There’s this stupid stray dog down the road and every time I walk by on the way home he attacks me.”

“It was bad enough when people bullied you but now even dogs are doing it.” Derek said.

“It’s getting really old and I’m running out of good clothes.” James sulked, collapsing on the couch beside Alexis.

“Have you tried keeping dog biscuits in your pocket?” Alexis asked.

“Yeah. Needless to say the walk home was quite breezy.” James stated, shuddering at the memory.

“I can take care of the problem.” Derek said as he stuffed his face with buttery popcorn.

“How?” Asked James.

“I can’t give away my dark secrets.” Derek stated. “Now leave us alone before you start crying in fear of the movie.”

The next day James, who has prepared himself for an attack by wearing several layers of winter coats, gloves, and more, began to walk the dreaded path that was home to the vicious large bulldog.

Ten steps in then danger zone and still nothing charging after him.

By the time James arrived at the house, he was pleasantly surprised that Derek was actually able to fend off that bulldog.

“Derek,” James began after stepping inside, “I can’t believe you actually — WHAT THE HECK IS THAT MONSTER DOING HERE?”

Derek is in the kitchen, making a milkshake and standing beside him is the exact bulldog that attacks James every day.

“That’s Stalker. He’s my new pet.” Derek said, petting the dog apparently named Stalker.

“…You’re joking, right?” Asked James.

“Why would I be joking?” Derek responded.

“You can’t bring a stray vicious dog in the house!” James said.

“He’s not vicious.” Derek pat Stalker’s head, then Stalker barked and rolled over for a belly rub.

James stared at Derek. “I’m not cleaning up after him.”

Mr. Weights for Women – Peter

Peter entered into the local gym wearing a tank top and green basketball shorts. Over his shoulder is a small towel and on his right hand a spray bottle.

Making his way to the bench press, he set aside his towel and bottle then proceeded to add fifty pounds to either side of the forty-five pound bar.

After that he sat on the bench press and took hold of his spray bottle which is full of normal water.

He doused his pits, face and hair with water, giving the impression he’s sweating from a long workout. He also sprayed his chest.

Now he laid across the bench press with both hands firmly holding onto the bar.

Now he waited.

He nonchalantly glanced out the window and his eyes behold a gorgeous blonde. Due to her athletic wear, he knew she came to workout.

The moment he heard the door open up, he pushed the bench press bar up slightly, and let it drop back into place loudly.

“One hundred!” He exclaimed as if he were working out for hours. He sat up and said, “Finally, one hundred reps.”

“Oooh, impressive.” The blonde said. She smirked, “You have to show me how you do it! Just one more.”

Peter mentally punched himself in the gut. “Uh, alright…”

He laid back down and Grabbed hold od the bench press bar. He was barely able to heave it, and once it fell to his chest he couldn’t move — or breath.

The girl laughed loudly then effortlessly lifted the bar up and put it back in its place. “If you’re going to fake out working out for woman, you could at least hide the spray bottle.”

Peter fell to the floor and pounded it with his fist. “…Man she was hot.”