Goals: My goals for this writing are to reach 4 pages or about 1200 words. The audience I will be writing to will be my classmates so I feel I can assume I know what they want to read. I would like to write a funny story since that will make it easy to read.
The day started normal enough for Eric he would wake up, then get ready for work, come home exhausted, eat dinner and repeat. Continually repeating the same task day in and day out is enough for anybody to be looking for change.
7 AM the alarm screeches rock and roll as Eric rolls over in bed to turn off the alarm. After waking, Eric decides it is time for his favorite breakfast of pancakes and bacon. This has been his favorite since his childhood, since that’s what his mother would often prepare. After finishing his delicious breakfast he felt alert and ready to prepare for work.
Then Eric check the weather report, “Oh great, snowstorms and of course there at 5pm right when I’m heading home from work.” Eric then went took a shower and got dressed as he put the weather report out of his mind. He went over to his wife and gave her a kiss. Tasting her lipstick and her toothpaste, which he would always remember and enjoy. After starting his car he headed off to work.
Eric took his 20 minute commute and used it to listen to music and smoke a cigarette. When he made it to work he started to notice the snow was already starting to fall lightly. This of course was not out of the ordinary, since it’s always fucking snowing in Pennsylvania.
Eric is an accountant at a small business, he sits in a cubicle all day crunching numbers and drinking coffee. This would be enough to make someone want to go on a shooting spree, but Eric always refrained. After around an hour of crunching numbers, Eric started to get increasingly hunger.
Another hour of work passed, leaving still about 2 hours until lunch. Eric’s eyes were focused on the clock waiting for the noon mark to roll around so he could take his lunch break with a female coworker of his. Every number he saw reminded him of a different food. “Oh god, the number 11 really reminds me of 2 hot dogs.” He thought.
After another 2 hours of these thought and countless mistakes on his company’s finances, it was noon. “Hey Cindy, are we still on for lunch?” said Eric. “I hate to be the person that cancels at the last minute but I have a ton of work to finish.” Cindy said. “Ok, that’s no problem I’ll figure something out….” Eric said even though he was really thinking of multiple obscenities that he could call Cindy.
Now that Eric’s plans were thrown off by Cindy he had to think fast. The lunch break is only one hour and due to the weather a round trip to any local eating establishment would be about a half hour only leaving 30 minutes to eat. Deciding against traveling anywhere Eric now decided that he would check the vending machine for some “edible” food.
A childhood favorite snack of Eric’s was a Butterfinger bar, and sure enough the vending machine was stocked with this chocolate treat. After buying and eating 2 Butterfingers Eric felt somewhat full but still needed a drink in the worst way. He grabbed his favorite kind of pop Mountain Dew Code Red. It had a fruity taste to it and was very sweet so it was hard for him to not like this beverage.
After eating his lunch that had more to be desired, he got back to work. Since he just consumed a sugar heavy meal he was feeling a little bit sick. Eric was still hungry and couldn’t help but think of what he should consume for dinner. Meanwhile the snow was piling up outside without a snow plow in sight.
After about 4 more hours of menial work Eric was finally done with work for the day. After chit-chatting with fellow employees for a while Eric decided to head home. He went outside to notice almost white-out conditions. After starting his car, he started his venture home.
Eric’s car had some trouble getting out of the parking lot even, since his tires were bald and his car was small. 10 minutes into his drive, he started to lose some focus on the slippery road. After playing with the radio for a few moments, Eric looked up.
The sight he saw would cause him to see his life flash before his eyes; He saw a car wrecked in front of him. He tried to avoid it by turning and going around it but due to his speed he couldn’t control his vehicle. His tires slipped and he was being thrown along the road. He narrowly avoided the wreck but was not in the clear yet.
He continued to slide until he found his way into a deep ditch. After a loud screech and a thud, the only sound that was heard was the sound of snow hitting against the road and now the two wrecked cars. Eric’s car was smashed on the side in the ditch and the rest of the vehicle was sticking out of the ditch facing the sky.
Though very shaken and confused, Eric was alive. He was injured badly though, with leg and neck injuries. The only thing Eric could think of though was his favorite meal which was steak. Knowing that the sub degree temperatures and injuries could have him facing an early grave he continued to think of his favorite foods.
Tacos, chips, chocolate, cakes, all of these tastes were being remembered by Eric. He would think of his grandmas cooking and that would warm him on the inside. Though his hands and feet were going numb and he was continually getting colder he still felt good on the inside thinking of all the good times he’s had at family dinners, cook out and dates.
After many hours, Eric finally fell asleep in his car. The snow continued to fall heavier than before even. The temperature continued to drop as the sun went down and day became night. In his slumber, he had dreams of his family, and of many more foods and tastes.
After a few hours of sleep Eric awoke. He had no idea what time it was but he knew it was very late at night. After feeling his leg that was most impacted by the crash he put his hand to his mouth and tasted what was on it. It had a metallic taste to it. Eric knew now that he was bleeding from a few different spots on his body.
Now fearing how much time he had left he said a few prayers and continued to sit in his wrecked car occasionally screaming for help. After a few hours of this, Eric grew very tired and very hungry. Eric was weak right now since he hadn’t eaten a nutritious meal since breakfast.
Eric again drifted into a dream. Maybe due to the amount of blood he was slowly losing or since he was lacking a lot of nourishment. He was now dreaming of all of his loved ones. His subconscious mind was helping him remember his friends and family.
He then thought of his wife, the women he loved and married. The more he thought of her the more he remembered. He thought of the breakfast she prepared him, he thought of her perfume. Then he thought of her lipstick and the way her toothpaste tasted.
This memory was so vivid that Eric nearly awoke from it. He couldn’t get this dream out of his head he could taste his wife’s toothpaste. Finally he woke up since the dream was overwhelming. He opened his eyes to see his wife standing by his side.
“You’ve been asleep since you were rescued last night, I’m so glad your ok” said Eric’s wife. Eric still dazed and confused wasn’t fully sure if this was still a dream or if he was really in the hospital after surviving a horrific crash.
After biting into what looked like a type of chicken noodle soup Eric knew he was ok. The awful taste could have
only come from hospital food. Eric knew he was alive and well, and was more than happy to continue his mundane daily
ritual after getting a taste of death.
Post writing: My essay met my goals for length. I don’t think it is as funny or as gripping as I hoped it would be. I will continue to revise this essay when I get it back.
Revised:
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Taste – A sense worth living for
The day started normal enough for Eric he would wake up and get ready for work. Then he’d come home exhausted, eat dinner and repeat. Continually repeating the same task day in and day out is enough for anybody to be looking for change.
At 7 AM Eric’s alarm would screech a rock and roll station as he rolled over in bed to turn off the alarm. After waking, Eric decided it is time for his favorite breakfast of pancakes and bacon. This had been his favorite since his childhood, that’s what his mother would often prepare. After finishing his delicious breakfast he felt alert and ready to prepare for work.
Then Eric checked the weather report, “Oh great, snowstorms, and of course they’re at 5pm, right when I’m heading home from work.” Eric then took a shower and got dressed as he put the weather report out of his mind. He went over to his wife and gave her a kiss. He tasted her lipstick and toothpaste. This is something which he would always remember and enjoy. After starting his car, he headed off to work.
Eric took his 20 minute commute and used it to listen to music and smoke a cigarette. When he made it to work he started to notice the snow was already starting to fall lightly. This of course was not out of the ordinary, since it’s always fucking snowing in Pennsylvania.
Eric, an accountant at a small business, sits in a cubicle all day crunching numbers and drinking coffee. This would be enough to make someone want to go on a shooting spree, but Eric always refrained. After around an hour of crunching numbers, Eric got increasingly hungrier.
Another hour of work passed, leaving still about 2 hours until lunch. Eric’s eyes were focused on the clock waiting for the noon mark to roll around, so he could take his lunch break with a female coworker of his. Every number he saw reminded him of a different food. “Oh god, the number 11 really reminds me of 2 hot dogs. How do they expect me to get any work done with all these distractions” He thought.
After another 2 hours of these thoughts and countless mistakes on his company’s finances, it was noon. “Hey Cindy, are we still on for lunch?” said Eric. “I hate to be the person that cancels at the last minute but I have a ton of work to finish.” Cindy said. “Ok, that’s no problem I’ll figure something out….” Eric said even though he was really thinking of multiple obscenities that he could call Cindy.
Now that Eric’s plans were thrown off by Cindy he had to think fast. The lunch break is only one hour and due to the weather a round trip to any local eating establishment would be about a half hour only leaving 30 minutes to eat. Deciding against traveling anywhere Eric now decided that he would check the vending machine for some “edible” food.
A childhood favorite snack of Eric’s was a Butterfinger bar, and sure enough the vending machine was stocked with this chocolate treat. After buying and eating 2 Butterfingers Eric felt somewhat full, but, still needed a drink in the worst way. He grabbed his favorite kind of pop Mountain Dew Code Red. It had a fruity taste to it and was very sweet so it was hard for him to not like this beverage.
After eating his lunch that had more to be desired, he got back to work. Since he just consumed a sugar heavy meal he was feeling a little bit sick. Eric was still hungry and couldn’t help but think of what he should consume for dinner. Meanwhile the snow was piling up outside without a snow plow in sight.
After about 4 more hours of menial work, Eric was finally done with work for the day. After chit-chatting with fellow employees for a while Eric decided to head home. He went outside to notice almost white-out conditions. After starting and brushing off his car, he started his venture home.
Eric’s car had some trouble getting out of the parking lot even, since his tires were bald and his car was small. 10 minutes into his drive, he started to lose some focus on the slippery road. After playing with the radio for a few moments and then lighting up a cigarette, Eric looked up.
The sight he saw would cause him to see his life flash before his eyes; He saw a car wrecked in front of him. He tried to avoid it by turning and going around it but due to his speed he couldn’t control his vehicle. His tires slipped and he was being thrown along the road. After the sound of a loud screech, Eric narrowly avoided the wreck but was not in the clear yet.
He continued to slide until he found his way into a deep ditch. The sound of his car crashing into the ditch was loud enough for anybody near to hear, too bad this was a desolate road with no one other than the other wrecked car in sight. Eric’s car was smashed on the side in the ditch and the rest of the vehicle was sticking out of the ditch facing the sky.
Though very shaken and confused, Eric was alive. He was injured badly though, with what he felt was leg and neck injuries. The only thing Eric could think of thought of was his favorite meal which was a juicy steak. Knowing that the sub degree temperatures and injuries could have him facing an early grave he continued to think of his favorite foods.
Tacos, chips, chocolate, cakes, all of these tastes were being remembered by Eric. He would think of his grandmas cooking and that would warm him on the inside. Though his hands and feet were going numb and he was continually getting colder he still felt good on the inside thinking of all the good times he’s had at family dinners, cook out and dates.
After many hours, Eric finally fell asleep in his car. The snow continued to fall heavier than before even. The temperature continued to drop as the sun went further down and day became night. In his slumber, he had dreams of his family, and of many more foods and tastes he’s experience.
After a few hours of sleep Eric would awake. He had no idea what time it was but he knew it was very late at night. After feeling his leg that was most impacted by the crash he put his hand to his mouth and tasted what was on it. It had a metallic taste to it. Eric knew now that he was bleeding from a few different spots on his body.
Now fearing how much time he had left he said a few prayers and continued to sit in his wrecked car occasionally screaming for help. After a few hours of this, Eric grew very tired and very hungry. Eric was since he hadn’t eaten a nutritious meal since breakfast.
Eric again drifted into a dream. Maybe due to the amount of blood he was slowly losing or since he lacked a lot of nourishment. He then dreamed of all of his loved ones. His subconscious mind helped him remember his friends and family.
He would then think of his wife, the women he loved and married. The more he thought of her the more he remembered. He thought of the breakfast she prepared him, he thought of her perfume. Then he thought of her lipstick and the way her toothpaste tasted.
This dream was so vivid that Eric nearly awoke from it. He couldn’t get this dream out of his head he could taste his wife’s toothpaste and lipstick. Finally he awoke since the dream was overwhelming. He opened his eyes to see his wife standing by his side.
“You’ve been asleep since you were rescued last night, I’m so glad you’re ok” said Eric’s wife. Eric was still dazed and confused and wasn’t fully sure if this was still a dream or if he was really in the hospital after surviving a horrific crash.
After he bit into what looked like a type of chicken noodle soup Eric knew he was ok. The awful taste could have only come from hospital food. Eric knew he was alive and well, and was more than happy to continue his mundane daily ritual after getting a taste of death.
