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.
Eyes so big, I'd hate to see you startled - I'd never do it, never scare you, never pull shady tricks on you. You gotta know that. You got small town bullshit covering you like sawdust. Time to shake the dust. Where we're going the buildings are diamonds. The whole goddamn city is like a Christmas service - just louder.
You won't believe it, baby. Ain't no fucking diner where we're going, and you're hands ain't gonna be all dry and scabby. You got those eyes, and that ain't all you got. That hair, like a smudge of sunset. Curves, but not too much. They're gonna love you. You're gonna be a star. The best kind of star. Low pro. They'll all know your face, but not your name. That's mine, Jenna. Only you and me know that. Once we get to the city your name is Angel. You are one. You know that, right? You'll feel more legit in furs, dropping hundred dollar tips one everyone you see. Trust.
And you'll stay with me. I got a penthouse baby. California king. You can see two bridges from my window, draped like tennis bracelets - like the water's the court and the net just ... bling. You wait 'til you see it. You can get high and stare at those lights for ever and ever. Now, come on, honey. Shake that dust. It's time to shake the world.
There's just one thing...
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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