Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-33904527-20181130223415

(Note: I submitted this pasta here a while ago, and was told it needed more impact, so here's the re-write. Still a very old piece of work, so don't expect much.)

Kyle hid inside the large dumpster, thinking about how great his prank would be. The smell was vomit-inducing, and he was gradually getting soaked in bin juice, but to him, it would be worth it to see the look on Samantha’s face when he burst out wearing the cartoonish cowboy gear he bought for Halloween.

It was a Saturday, and unlike most high-school teenagers, Samantha was on her way to her part-time job at a local restaurant as a waiter, to help with her savings. Every weekend at 6:00 am, she would walk down an alleyway, past the dumpster, and across the road, where the restaurant was. But today was also Kyle’s favourite holiday: April Fools.

Kyle had a reputation for being an awesome pranker, and soon, he would add his latest creation to the list of stunts and escapades he had remembered throughout the years. The plan was to scare Samantha, his girlfriend, by jumping out just as she walked past, shouting “YEEHAW!” as loud as he could, and blasting her with a confetti cannon he had brought with him. It was sure to be a fun time.

A few minutes had gone by, and Kyle sat giggling like a 3-year-old, holding his nose. Samantha was the only person who used the forgotten alleyway, so he would know when she was there. He just had to wait a little longer for the sounds of those familiar high-heels…

Kyle jolted suddenly as he felt the dumpster shudder and shake. Something was being pushed into the sides, squeezing the trash-bags together even tighter. He tried to yell out, but his face was being squashed against a large pile of dirty clothes. The confetti cannon slipped between the garbage, and the dumpster was lifted in the air as Kyle squirmed, trying to push away the miscellaneous waste that surrounded him.

Finally, the dumpster was tipped upside-down, and Kyle tumbled through the open flaps onto the back of a garbage truck.

Concealed completely by a mountain of filth, he let out a muffled scream. Moving his hand to his side, a watery substance was slowly pouring across his hip. It was blood. Kyle flung his head to the right to see a rusted pipe sticking through his torso. The sight was enough to make him vomit, as he puked onto a rotting piece of cauliflower. The pain was excruciating. A woozy sensation spread through Kyle’s head while he tried to push himself through a small gap between the trash-bags unsuccessfully. All that made it through was the hat, which rolled off his hair and tumbled into the open.

Samantha paused at the end of the alleyway and checked her watch. 6:15. She was 10 minutes late. Cursing, she moved to the crossing point at the edge of the road and pressed the button. While she waited, Samantha noticed the large garbage truck to her right.

Strangely enough, there was a crumpled, oversized cowboy hat sitting motionless next to a freshly-dumped pile of garbage She thought it looked familiar, but before she could dwell on that thought, the crossing light turned green, and she hurried over the road. 