Screams
[UNEDITED] Pasta's Private Journal Entries #4
Jan. 31, 2026
10:50
Creative Pause
I hear screams. They’re faint, far away. But I can tell they’re intentional. In the comfort of my bed, at barely eleven in the morning, they cry.
They cry while I watch my son play with his toys a few feet from me. The scream continue as the cats lick their fur and sink into their late morning nap.
The screams continue, while I stay frozen in bed. Should I check to see what’s going on? Should I call the police? Surely, with the sun at its peak, someone is bound to notice. Surely, at this time of day someone would do something. Surely, if there was trouble, someone would help.
The screams get louder. They are so loud, I start to wonder if it’s all in my head. And just as soon as they seem too close, they stop. I lift an ear to the air for more clues. Nothing.
Then I heard… men. Yelling in every direction, accompanied by the rhythm of a bouncing ball. And chants. Chants that soon turned into asyncronous screams. And then a whistle.
The village held a local basketball game that activated my anxiety — all before I started m day. A rude awakening… Tss…
11:11
How the hell is it still January?! 💀Anyway, I hope your morning went better than mine did. I have to add here though, that I may or may not have taken my Mirtazapine the night before. So remember to take your happy pills, kids! 🤣
This took 4 hours, 2 existential crises, and one very dehydrated writer. If you liked it, support me by getting me some water. Swamp water has a weird aftertaste. Don’t ask me how I know.
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