Hey, writer-type folks. Every Friday we do a fun free-write. No reason. Just ending the week in style.
Basically, you can write whatever you want in the comments section. You have two minutes. Have fun. The more people who play, the more fun it is. Play as many times as you like (doesn't have to be today, even).
So, tell a friend. If you have one. If not, tell your enemies. Then send 'em here to read your 'two' and encourage them to play.
Have a great weekend! Happy Valentine's Day.
The paper lunch sacks were taped to the desks, decorated with glitter and stickers, begging for validation, recognition. Zack's was overflowing in seconds. He had that kind of thick blonde hair that goes so well with an Izod shirt. He didn't stutter either.
You passed your cards quickly like a croupier on crack. You wanted it done. You wanted to know if everyone noticed that your bag swung a little more freely than the others. None of it mattered though. Cardboard and chalky hearts and girls with cute sweaters they had been given just for the day.
You told yourself it didn't matter all the way home. And when she asked, you told your Mom that it had been the best Valentine's ever.
It sure wasn't the worst.