Creative Writing: Christmas with Earnest Hemmingway

'Ding Dong'

The doorbell rang as I scurried around, trying to put the finishing touches on everything. I was excited but at the same time, I was freaking out. I was so felicitous that the college had chosen me out of all the other professors there, and now the gravity of the situation was weighing down on me and I was panicking.

'Welcome' I screamed as I opened the door.

To be honest, I did expect the person at the door to be Earnest Hemmingway himself, for he really was the only one that mattered to me tonight and I had done this whole stupid dinner for him. But it wasn?t him it was my co-workers.

?Is he here, has he arrived? Jules demanded to know as she furrowed her brow at me, making her already terrible wrinkles even worse.

She was my least favorite of all my coworkers, and if she liked me at all she never made it conspicuous. She relentlessly jaundiced me for coming to UMC and taking her best friends job. She constantly looked at my work tentatively, for any and every little mistake I might made, hoping one day there?d be one, big enough to get me fired.

The rest of the group pushed past me, through the entrance, into my living room. I had tried my best to ?festivate? my house. But there?s only so much you can do when your landlord is Mrs. Helens. A 79 year old Grinch, who does nothing but criticize her tenants and talk to her dead husband.

Mrs. Helens prohibited us from having anything in our apartments that might tarnish it, which is why candles, a Christmas trees and even certain foods would be missing from our party tonight.

After I finally was able to take in everything that had just happened, I closed the door and walked into the living room to try and take on the role o...

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...medics. They ran into the house and pushed everyone out the way, tying to get to Hemmingway. Jules was sprawled across my couch, trying her best to touch him, as if he was her best friend, her lover and all the family she had ever had, all wrapped in one. All the food fell to the ground as Amanda tried to make extra room for the paramedics. Everyone else was sitting anywhere they could. Trying they?re best top just grasp what was happening. Some where crying, others just sitting there shaking. I looked down to the piece of paper.

It read a simple ?A man can be destroyed but not defeated?.

I looked up and let a single tear fell from my eyes. I walked slowly to my room, to my favorite spot in the house the big bay window, perfect for just looking out. I opened the window and a huge gust of air hit me. I broke down into uncontrollably into tears.

It was raining.