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.
The lights spin the night, bright white. There's red and blue streaked through the fright, but all you see is that white so trite ... it pins you down. Grounded. You don't understand the voices, and you don't care, but you know what handcuffs feel like and, suddenly, shit gets real important and you wish you'd studied more Spanish.
And your mind mind falters, altered. Virgin Mother. Father of the Christ. Whatever the fuck. Satan, I don't care. I'll kneel at your altar.
The car is too fast and you feel the vomit coming, but you can't do nothing. Then there's screaming and someone hitting you and you think, kill me, just fucking kill me. Cotton mouth and speed panic. You beg yourself to stay calm. But you don't.
You stay frantic.
Until everything goes black. And the last thing you think? Silly really...
I should have bought the goddamn Chicle.
ATTENTION, I WILL IN AND OUT MOST OF THE DAY. BREAK THE BLOG FOR ME! AND GIVE ME SOME STUFF TO READ! Get 'em! :)
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