Hey, writer-type folks. AND PEOPLE WHO JUST WANT TO PLAY BUT DON'T IDENTIFY AS 'WRITERS' - all are welcome here! Every Friday, we do a fun free-write. For fun. And Freedom!
Write whatever you want in the 'comments' section on this blog post. Play as many times as you like. #breaktheblog! You have two minutes (give or take a few seconds ... no pressure!). Have fun. The more people who play, the more fun it is. So, tell a friend. Then send 'em here to read your 'two' and encourage them to play.
There is a stain on the ceiling that looks exactly like your grandmother, a big amorphous blob. The stain also looks like a space shuttle - sometimes it look uncannily like a cartoon head. It all depends on the light, the night, the things you did which changed your sight.
You take deep drags of a stale cigarette, and your mouth tastes like a warehouse. No matter. You bathe the stain in cumulus puffs.
This is all you have, and that sounds sad, but it's enough. The stain can't love you, but at least it never leaves. It can't hold you on cold nights, but it never yells, never raises a hand. The stain doesn't care if you go to work, get laid, get paid - it doesn't give a fuck.
As far as the stain is concerned, you can sleep all day.
Thanks for stopping by! I'll be out some of today (working, no computer) but, rest assured, I'll be reading everything and commenting as I have time, so check back. Post your pieces on your blogs, telephone poles, passing pedestrians, etc. if you like...it's a fun web o' writing.