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I wrote this for ultraviolet's contest. We were supposed to write about an object, and I got assigned to a Laundry Basket! I'm not to pround of this.. yet. So, critiques are really appreciated! Thank you! And also, it is pretty short, but I think I might extend it and anyway it's 500 words or less... I think i'm safe : )
The old, beat up laundry basket was dropped carelessly onto the ground after the woman had taken out all the whites. She opened up the washer door and shoved the clothes inside. Then, opening the dryer, she piled all the dry white fabrics hastily into the basket.
The white shirts and socks bounced around loosely in the basket as the it was carried up the wooden stairs. The woman hit hard wood floor and stepping into a carpeted room, putting the basket on the soft bed.
She sighed as she examined the condition, the basket looked like it had been in World War 2. The plastic was scratched and cut and dirty in some spots. The woman needed a new one, but it would just mean spending another two dollars on something that wasn't nessesary.
She removed all the clothes leisurely now, taking her time to fold each piece of white clothing carefully. She hummed a soft tune happily as she folded. Once finished, the basket was left on the bed until she had delivered all the clothing to their rightful order. When she came back, she took the ancient laundry basket into her grasp and walked onto the floor again.
Looking down the stairs, she tossed the basket carelessly down the wooden stairs; it was loud as it fell, far far down until it hit the stone tiles at the bottom of the stairs. The laundry basket waiting for the washer to beep, and the next load of clothes to be finished.
