Hello, and happy Friday to you all. Here is another story in the Month of Bad Decisions. As always, please submit your own story or poem or whatever for the site!
Went to Live in a Remote Shack
by Dan Schwartz
I wanted to live in the land of bad decisions. In order to live in the land of bad decisions, you have to make some bad decisions.
I left behind all my possessions and went to live in a remote shack in the desert. It was just me and a well and the hot sun. I had to learn how to live on my own. I would go out and look for vegetables, or maybe kill an extremely small and timid animal. I made a solar powered oven for myself. One time I used pieces of the wood from the shack to make tea, which I don’t recommend.
It was boring at first, but I found ways to keep myself entertained. I would run around the shack until I got tired. Sometimes I would walk as far as I could, to find out from how far away I could still see the shack. And sometimes I would make sculptures out of the rock and clay that was around me. They weren’t very good, and I have no intention of showing anyone. But mostly I just stood outside in the sun and didn’t do anything. I closed my eyes and lay down, and let my mind go. A few insects would crawl all over me, which I was at first upset about, but eventually was okay with.
In the end I had to leave the shack because it turned out not to be monsoon proof. Luckily I was outside the time, but I had just woken up, so I didn’t believe it at first when I saw the shack being washed away, like the remnants of a proud boat.