Updated: Mar 8
Quick story before the story... I wrote "Rush" in my poetry class in high school. To be honest I only took it because someone told me I could nap in class, which was false. Instead, I wrote a collection of poems and two short stories. I had experience writing poetry but short stories were intimidating as fuck. I felt under-prepared and overwhelmed. But in the end, I learned so much from that one semester. One of the vital pieces of advice my teacher gave me was to stop writing with fear. He could tell that I was holding back, disguising the truth with mythical riddles. And he was right. I was afraid to express how I truly felt and expose my murky thoughts (unrefined). At the time I didn't listen to him; I didn't care. Looking back, I wish I could thank him.
By: Brittany Campbell
Pure adrenaline pumped through Trival Hunting’s body, as he made his way through the congested hallway. He bit his lip in frustration at the group of underclassmen cluttering his pathway to the exit. Trival didn’t visit his locker or socialize with anyone, because he just wanted to get out of there. Instead he aggressively pushed his way through the crowd with determination and speed.
Trival desperately wanted to get home as soon as possible. He ran to his car so he would be ahead of the traffic. Trival left the school parking lot in less than a minute. Students were just exiting the doubles doors as he departed the premises. He sped home recklessly. Only focused on him, Trival disregarded the safety of others. At the last stop light before his house he ran a red light, and almost caused a major fatal accident. But that didn’t faze him; it was as if he were in a trance.
When Trival got home he let a sigh of relief escape his lips. He glanced at the clock on the wall, it was 2:37. A tiny smirk creeped up his face, but it quickly dissolved as he noticed dishes stacked high in the sink. He threw them in the dishwasher and sloppily poured detergent all over the dishes. Trival didn’t want his mother to come home after work and fuss at him like she always did.
Home alone, Trival relished the moment of pure silence and solitude. He had been waiting for this moment ever since he woke up that morning to his obnoxiously loud rooster alarm. He glanced at the clock once again, it was 2:50. Trival slumped down in the living room couch, and tossed a pillow in the air. That didn’t satisfy his nerves so he got up and paced the floor.
After about 5 minutes of pacing back and forth the kitchen telephone rang. Trival made a mad dash for the phone, jumping over the knee wall as if it were 2 ft. tall. Perspiration covered his hands making it difficult for him to grip the phone, like a slippery bar of soap. As Trival maneuvered his lips to speak his throat tightened. Before he could fully pull himself together the caller on the other line broke the silence.
“Hello”, said the caller.
“Hey”, Trival managed to choke out.
“Son I don’t have much time but I just wanted to check on you”
“I’m ok. How are you?”
“I’m fine. I really miss you and your mother and I can’t wait to see you. It hurts me to be apart from you guys but I know you’ll stay strong.”
“I miss you too when are you coming home”
“I’m not…”The line goes dead.
Trival sits there frozen in time as if the conversation never ended. The sound of the dead line was suddenly almost deafening. He hung up the phone, and stared off into the distance in deep thought. His father’s last words hung over him like a black curse, replaying in his mind over and over again. Trival’s eyes swelled up with tears at the realization that his father may never come home. As his legs gave out he fell to the ground fighting to compose the strength that his father just spoke of on the phone.
When Trival finally recovers from his drunken state he tries to erase the pain from his face. His mother would be home soon and he couldn’t bear her seeing him like that. He washed his face and tried to forget about his prior downfall. But the more he tried to concentrate on something else the more he thought about his father’s words. The front door unlocked. Trival jumped up and ran to his room, locking the door behind him. He climbed in bed and pretended to be asleep. A part of him wanted to tell his Mom how he felt but he feared it would only burden her with more troubles that she didn’t need. Instead he buried his pain deep inside as he always had and fell into a deep sleep.
*Wealth In Health Exercise*
Breathe and silently read 2x:
[Inhale] I am fire
[Exhale] I am rain
[Inhale] I am Earth's
[Exhale] Strongest being