Since I am not a fan of clowns (yes, I find them creepy), coffee or onions, I opted for Evil, Bed and Cow. Here's my super short story. I hope you find it to be an interesting use of these words.
Evil, Bed, Cow
I roll over in the lumpy bed, twisted in the sheets from my nightly battle with the forces of good and evil which rage in my head. Gingerly, I toss off the sweat soaked sheets. My head throbs with the lingering dehydration from the fifth of whiskey I guzzled only a few hours ago. Pain medication I tell myself.
The sun has been up for a good twenty minutes which means I'm already an hour behind schedule. I wince as I bend down to pull on the dirty jeans I've worn for a week. No point in putting on a fresh t-shirt because there …