Overreacting

Flames explode from the hood of my car and I am knocked backward by the force, tears shooting out of the corners of my eyes. After sliding backwards on the ground for about ten feet I attempt to stand up shakily, blood warming my left palm as it streams down my forearm. The car is a black, twisted wreck, and it looks like an episode of Myth Busters. I walk forward in shock, saying repeatedly, “You’re overreacting; it’s not that bad; you’re overreacting, overreacting, overreact—”

Invisibility- The Ability of Invisi

A lone, bearded figure sits in the dark. Everyone has left him.

What's the point of being at college if no one wants to hang out? Why do I suddenly feel invisible? What happened to us? We were amazing friends last semester, but now they only want to hang out with me when I am the one making the plans. You're not fooling me. I see through your little ploy. Just because you act friendly and hang out with me when I ask, I know you're only doing it out of obligation. You don't really care about me at all.
It's been a while since I felt invisible like this, but it's that same old, achy feeling all over again.

Hello old friend. Thanks for the company.

The Green Sitting Room

It is pleasantly green here. I think I'll stay for a while.
And he turned, sat down on the green sofa, and began puffing on his pipe quizzically as he surveyed the room around him.