The new house was wonderful when I got it in the year 1999.


It had long hallways the length of my old 4 house neighborhood and the extravagant staircase was also a given. The house was bare and all the rooms were painted a beautiful red wine color.

Even in its’ simplicity, everything seemed like it would be way beyond that of a middle-class twenty-three-year-old still trying to pay off student loans. But I wanted the house and I wasn’t going to take “no” from anyone. So, when I approached the retailing company about it I had my international lawyer on speed dial. However, when I got there, the building was closed for the holidays and I was forced to go back home to my one-room apartment.

Considering I was a young guy just trying to make a new life in the UK with no friends or relatives there, I decided to save money by leaving out unneeded furniture. ...

I'm thinking of making my first miniseries from a flash-fiction I created earlier in the year. 
If you're wondering what it is, check it out, it's called "Caught up"(It's named that because I couldn't choose a title and I just named it after a song I was listening to. If you're interested in the song it is called "So Caught up" by the Tesky Brothers.) I'm leaning on the scale of making this an SCI-FI short storybook but I'm not entirely sure.
 

I frantically pushed the covers off my legs and jumped out of bed. 
The alarm clock seemed to stare blankly in my direction as I threw open the dresser drawers and pulled a t-shirt over my panicked body. I had one job my mind was racing and I blew it by oversleeping. While searching for deodorant I dared to
glance at my calendar and a dry, loud huff of annoyance flew from my chest. 

I threw open my room door to find the hallway and the kitchen lights intensely shining with the smell of a freshly cooked Christmas dinner covering the house. Well, there goes that, I thought, The only good thing I could’ve done for everyone before I left for college. Guilt made its’ home in me as I slowly slunk back into my room, turning the knob so as to not make any noise. I slumped onto my bed and my head hung low in a canyon of...

I frantically pushed the covers off my legs and jumped out of bed. 
The alarm clock seemed to stare blankly in my direction as I threw open the dresser drawers and pulled a t-shirt over my panicked body. I had one job my mind was racing and I blew it by oversleeping. While searching for deodorant I dared to
glance at my calendar and a dry, loud huff of annoyance flew from my chest. 

I threw open my room door to find the hallway and the kitchen lights intensely shining with the smell of a freshly cooked Christmas dinner covering the house. Well, there goes that, I thought, The only good thing I could’ve done for everyone before I left for college. Guilt made its’ home in me as I slowly slunk back into my room, turning the knob so as to not make any noise. I slumped onto my bed and my head hung low in a canyon of...

I'm the kind of person that will shrink away in an unwarranted embarrassment when smiled at from across the room or asked how my day was by a random stranger.