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 man's suit was mockingbird grey. Striped tie and shined shoes with a snatch of blue oxford in the background. You sat and watched and thought, I swear to God they're robots. Then a group of four strolled by in dark khaki pants and white oxfords with solid colored ties that looked like cheap silk. No jackets.
They even walked the same.
And something shifted. Just like that. One second, you're laughing inside. The next? Why do they all look the same? Did I see that one before? Are they following me? Have they been following me my whole life? And tomorrow, Saturday, if it's warm enough that means it's cargo shorts and polo shirts. That's even worse.
Why? What do they know...
And shit. Like that. Backhand to the frontal lobe. Smelling leaf blower farts and wildflowers. Listening to the drone of the freeway. Feeling the heat bounce off the glass buildings. Right then, you realized that something is fucked up. With them. With you. With something.
Don't ever trust a mockingbird.
BREAK THE BLOG FOR ME! AND GIVE ME SOME STUFF TO READ! Get 'em! :)
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