ICW:Allegory for Sex

 

You really wish you had read the manual. But no, that would have meant wasting needless time right? And damn it, you already waited enough.

    I bet your glad you'd forgot to cut your nails. Makes tearing into the shrink wrap ever so much easier. Scratch the hell of the cover, but who cares, that ain't the important part. The best part. That's yet to come. Shrink wrap ends up on the floor, soon joined by the manual. Unimportant things. Window dressings really.

    Heh. Donuts to dollars that your hands shake as you cram the cartridge into your Nintendo. But what's this? It won't start! Shit. Fuck. Son of a bitch. That's what happens when you go too fast. When you forget to give the system a little bit of well…attention.

So you pop the cartridge right out and do what you done hundreds of times before. You blow on it. Run your finger across the insides of it and make sure there's no dust. Familiarity bred out of repetition. But today it seems more important than ever. And then you turn to the old NES and do the same. And you wait. Cross your fingers maybe?

Aha! Success! Sweet, sweet success. You get the start up screen. Might be a new game, but you're somewhat familiar with the procedure. After all, you heard all your friends recommend it enough. Talk about it enough. Even draw pictures. All as if to taunt you. So you press start, watch some words scroll to the screen, and finally, finally there you are. World 1. Level 1. Section 1.

Every once in a while(probably on Fridays) I'll post something with ICW in the title. It stands for In Class Writing. I'm taking a creative writing class, and we usually have an assignment at the last half of the class where the professor gives us a prompt or directions and we have about ten or so minutes to write something. Today our assignment was to write a scene where the entire thing revolved around sex, but we never went into specifics.