Alex Seifert is a screenplay and novel writer who is currently a Creative Writing Student student at Full Sail University in Winter Park, Florida. He is enthusiastic about sharing his creative ideas and stories with other people just to see the sheer amount of joy he brings to their faces. He hopes to one day become a successful screenplay writer for television or movies. His hobbies consist of biking, watching movies, and managing his own Youtube channel called AdventureJedi24. You can follow him on Twitter @Alex38033504.
Nature’s Garbage Man
The air was nothing but a slight breeze that I felt around my face. I was standing by the porch taking in the wooden giants with shades of red, orange, and yellow stretched across the landscape around me. The sky was a orange and pink hue as the last visible remains of the sun started to fade away. I averted my gaze from the soothing paradise to look at the garbage can from below and away. My eyes laid on a rusted, silver cylinder with many yellow bags overflowing from the open top. The stench that emulated from it was powerful enough to rival that of rotten eggs and spoiled milk.
I turned around to the house and called out, “Honey, did you close the garbage can?”
I got a reply of, “Oh, no I didn't! I’ll get it!”
I reluctantly respond, “No, no I’ll do it!”
The silence was a strong indicator that she agreed with me.
I had descended the porch stairs and approached the trash can with the stench growing increasingly unbearable by the second, the raw scent was enough to make me almost vomit. When suddenly, a big, black blur emerged from woods and sauntered towards the trash can. I immediately froze, and I was afraid enough to not even scream, fearing that if I called for help then this creature would kill me. Thankfully, the beast was tearing into the yellow bags with its claws and fangs ripping and teething on anything that seemed edible.
It noticed me standing around, sweat dripping across my face. This forest monster stood up on its hind legs to get a better look at me, trying to size me up. Then, the threatening visitor started to approach me out sheer curiosity. My breath held and my heart was trying to rip its way out of my chest, the closer the intruder came towards me. It smelled me with its elongated snout, looking directly at me with its amber brown eyes.
Then a noise that sounded like gun from miles away caused my opponent’s small, round ears to move around like a satellite dish. As suddenly as it came, the “garbage man” ran back into the thicket from where it came dragging the yellow trash bags with it. I was finally allowed to move. I was breathing heavily and felt like I could pass out. I slowly and cautiously placed the lid on the trash can. I then darted to the the porch and inside the house where I locked the door behind me. With my mind racing and my thoughts comprising of how that situation could have gone wrong, I could only shout, “Honey, next time you take out the trash you better be sure the lid… stays… closed.”