TEMPER TARANTULA by Chris Regier Approx. word count: 490
This story in the critiquing stage.
Evian keeps losing his tarantula. Everyone hates it when this happens, but no one as much as Evian. He'd love to find a way to keep his tarantula. The following is a brief excerpt of "Temper Tarantula".
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On Tuesday, Evian’s favorite shirt was in the wash and his sister ate the last muffin.
Then he noticed his terrarium was empty.
Evian stomped around the house. He looked high. He looked low. No luck. He’d lost his tarantula.
Then he noticed his terrarium was empty.
Evian stomped around the house. He looked high. He looked low. No luck. He’d lost his tarantula.
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Temper. Interesting word. You can lose it. You can keep it. You can control it. Or not. Everyone has a temper. In and of itself, temper is a good thing. It's when it keeps getting lost that the problems begin. And, like so many things, it isn't how you deal with what makes you lose your temper, it's how you deal with yourself, with your temper, that is the key.
This story comes from the realization that by not allowing myself to "lose my temper" I was cramming all that anger back inside where it sat, simmering away, just waiting for a crack in my armor. I feared losing control so much, that I hid my anger from everyone. I was cool. I was collected. I was an adult. I nearly drove myself crazy. What I needed to learn was how to BE angry without causing myself and the people around me damage. And to do that, I had to find a way to like my temper, to find a way to live with it instead of using all my energy fighting against it.
Temper. Interesting word. You can lose it. You can keep it. You can control it. Or not. Everyone has a temper. In and of itself, temper is a good thing. It's when it keeps getting lost that the problems begin. And, like so many things, it isn't how you deal with what makes you lose your temper, it's how you deal with yourself, with your temper, that is the key.
This story comes from the realization that by not allowing myself to "lose my temper" I was cramming all that anger back inside where it sat, simmering away, just waiting for a crack in my armor. I feared losing control so much, that I hid my anger from everyone. I was cool. I was collected. I was an adult. I nearly drove myself crazy. What I needed to learn was how to BE angry without causing myself and the people around me damage. And to do that, I had to find a way to like my temper, to find a way to live with it instead of using all my energy fighting against it.