Pills - Writers Forum

Johnna · 07-15-2007, 05:19 AM

This is just a little thing I typed up just now. It's only 515 words, and it's all true.

I roll the sticky little gel-capsule around in my fingers for a moment before popping in my mouth and taking a sip of Pepsi. Leaning my head way back, I swallow, eyes closed. I can almost feel the dizzying effects of the sleeping pill at that second.

A little jolt of contentment settles over me. My fan is running, I have chocolate at my left hand, and my bed is ready for me. I am comfortable and waiting for the chemicals in the pill to course through my veins.

Thinking back, I can't even recall the first time I took a pill. I think my first real one was Vikodin, one of my dad's. I got migraines as a preteen, and my mom used to give them to me a lot. Back then, I would get sick to my stomach from the pills. Now, all I get is dizzy and giddy.

My brother and I joke sometimes about it. We are both good at getting our mother to give us Percacet or to steal a Vikodin for us. Sometimes I abhor the fact that he and I are so much alike; other times I take pride in it. I remember mentioning to him just the other day that our mother had sleeping pills that worked almost as well as Percacet for a high.

I wonder what the little sleeping pill is doing now. Has it dissolved in the acid of my stomach? Or is it tougher than that, standing up for another moment until its inevitable demise?

My sister once threatened to kill herself with pills. She told my mother she had a Vikodin and three Xanax. My mom laughed in her face and informed her that if she took all of those pills, she'd sleep for a day and then get up with a hangover. Knowing my sister, though, prude and precise as she is, she wouldn't have taken them anyway. She always was a hypochondriac.

I am starting to feel dizzy, but I know the pill hasn’t worked so fast. It is the anticipation. I know that that one certain chemical—I can never remember the name of it—has been released by my body, and that's why I'm feeling the adrenalin. It makes me want to dance.

When I used to take Percacet, I would sing. That pill made my ears go sensitive and I wouldn't be able to hear properly. Singing songs from operas and musicals in the bathroom where my voice reverberated was the best. I always did lose my breath quickly as I sang. I did some of my best performing on drugs.

The pill is taking effect. My eyes are heavy, my ears are buzzing. I am typing one—slow—key—at a time. My feet are tingling, like the pins-and-needles feeling I get from sitting improperly.

I am not going to sleep. I am going to stay awake and enjoy this high, remembering all my good times and trying not to think of the repercussions I'll face when I wake up groggy and irritable in the morning.

Thanks for reading.

ladykareen · 07-16-2007, 06:14 PM

So I didn't think you could make pills interesting but you did.

I've never taken any medication with side effects, but you describe it so aptly that I can actually identify with you. How cool is that.

Interesting. Thumbs up.

~Kareen <3

Johnna · 07-16-2007, 06:22 PM

Thanks.

Joelle · 07-16-2007, 08:22 PM

I really like this.
Not much more to say than that.
Keep it up.

Johnna · 07-16-2007, 08:30 PM

Thanks, Joelle.

Edgewise · 07-16-2007, 08:53 PM

This does not belong in the dreaded dungeon. Good shit Johnna. You described the feelings of being put to sleep by a synthetic drug brilliantly. I especially liked:

A little jolt of contentment settles over me. My fan is running, I have chocolate at my left hand, and my bed is ready for me. I am comfortable and waiting for the chemicals in the pill to course through my veins.

Taking Xanax is a similar experience. Do take a word of advice though...be careful with that shit. There is a reason it is perscribed and not avalible over the counter. Easy to develop a habit and tolerance.

Johnna · 07-16-2007, 09:14 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Edgewise

This does not belong in the dreaded dungeon. Good shit Johnna. You described the feelings of being put to sleep by a synthetic drug brilliantly. I especially liked:

A little jolt of contentment settles over me. My fan is running, I have chocolate at my left hand, and my bed is ready for me. I am comfortable and waiting for the chemicals in the pill to course through my veins.

Taking Xanax is a similar experience. Do take a word of advice though...be careful with that shit. There is a reason it is perscribed and not avalible over the counter. Easy to develop a habit and tolerance.

Yeah, I know about Xanax... But I'm down to over-the-counter stuff, so no worries. Anyway, thanks a lot for the comments.

Azooga · 07-20-2007, 05:18 PM

That was pretty good my friend. Keep up the good work.

Johnna · 07-20-2007, 05:35 PM

Thanks, Azooga.

Neva_Phillips · 07-23-2007, 08:34 PM

AWESOME!!!!

Johnna · 07-23-2007, 08:42 PM

Ha. Thanks, Neva.

Andrew Carson · 07-26-2007, 02:13 AM

I really really liked it. I wanted to write something that would help... so sorry but i loved it, the decribtion was just great! Felt like i was really there. Again well done!!

Shinn · 07-26-2007, 02:28 AM

That was some great writing there, Johnna. Great work! Keep it up!

Johnna · 07-26-2007, 02:44 AM

I never expected that no one would point out anything that needed to be corrected or changed... Now I kind of wish I had posted this piece somewhere other than File 13.

Oh well. Thanks, everyone.

blodren · 07-31-2007, 06:57 AM

Spotted the link and got tired of arguing with Biggles or however his name's spelled. I'll comment for you.

Quote:

Originally Posted by Johnna

This is just a little thing I typed up just now. It's only 515 words, and it's all true.

I roll the sticky little gel-capsule around in my fingers for a moment before popping in my mouth and taking a sip of Pepsi. Leaning my head way back, I swallow, eyes closed. I can almost feel the dizzying effects of the sleeping pill at that second.

A little jolt of contentment settles over me. My fan is running, I have chocolate at my left hand, and my bed is ready for me. I am comfortable and waiting for the chemicals in the pill to course through my veins.

This mean you're in bed, or describing what you're seeing?

Thinking back, I can't even recall the first time I took a pill. I think my first real one was Vikodin, one of my dad's. I got migraines as a preteen, and my mom used to give them to me a lot. Back then, I would get sick to my stomach from the pills. Now, all I get is dizzy and giddy.

I would have commented on your use of immunity here if you hadn't said this all had happened. Still good to include it.

My brother and I joke sometimes about it. We are both good at getting our mother to give us Percacet or to steal a Vikodin for us. Sometimes I abhor the fact that he and I are so much alike; other times I take pride in it. I remember mentioning to him just the other day that our mother had sleeping pills that worked almost as well as Percacet for a high.

You may want to include how she gets them if you ever decide to go on with this.

I wonder what the little sleeping pill is doing now. Has it dissolved in the acid of my stomach? Or is it tougher than that, standing up for another moment until its inevitable demise?

My sister once threatened to kill herself with pills. She told my mother she had a Vikodin and three Xanax. My mom laughed in her face and informed her that if she took all of those pills, she'd sleep for a day and then get up with a hangover. Knowing my sister, though, prude and precise as she is, she wouldn't have taken them anyway. She always was a hypochondriac.

I am starting to feel dizzy, but I know the pill hasn’t worked so fast. It is the anticipation. I know that that one certain chemical—I can never remember the name of it—has been released by my body, and that's why I'm feeling the adrenalin. It makes me want to dance.

Again, you go for all around feelings, that makes it easier to draw in readers.

When I used to take Percacet, I would sing. That pill made my ears go sensitive and I wouldn't be able to hear properly. Singing songs from operas and musicals in the bathroom where my voice reverberated was the best. I always did lose my breath quickly as I sang. I did some of my best performing on drugs.

Possibly 'I did some of my best performances while on drugs.'

The pill is taking effect. My eyes are heavy, my ears are buzzing. I am typing one—slow—key—at a time. My feet are tingling, like the pins-and-needles feeling I get from sitting improperly.

You may want to try 'when they've fallen asleep', but in this case, it's up to you

I am not going to sleep. I am going to stay awake and enjoy this high, remembering all my good times and trying not to think of the repercussions I'll face when I wake up groggy and irritable in the morning.

Sounds like me when i'm doing double shots with friends. Except for the sleeping part.

Thanks for reading.

You know my color scheme by now, i'm sure.

Blodren