I was doing some freewriting earlier and thought that maybe we could make some sort of thread about it. If my freewriting is anything like other crazy people's freewriting. Some of it is pretty great.
Here is a couple of my own:
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[B][U]PENGUIN ON THE ROOF[/U][/B]
“Is it really that bad?” I sheepishly inquired.
“Yes. Please take off this dumb suit. It doesn't even look good on you.” He replied angrily.
All I wanted to do was look nice and to have everybody see me. He's right, though. A penguin like me can't wear suits all day and flop about on the rooftops of his neighbors.
I took off the suit jacket sadly with some difficulty. I actually needed his help on several occasions as I removed the suit due to my unusually small flippers
and poor flexibility. The man whom had destroyed my confidence and shattered my reputation took the suit and climbed back down from the roof, leaving me
to wallow in my awkward sadness on the roof.
What a fucking dickhead.
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[B][U]A MAN WHO KNEW[/U][/B]
Reginald is a man of business. Specifically, he is a broker of sorts. Anything is fine because he is a broker of many things. These things include stuff, junk, and trash. Whatever works.
Jenethiah is a woman of unparalleled beauty and self-absorption. She is the pinnacle of pride and the dislike thereof.
[I]Reginald enters stage right.[/I]
[B]REGINALD
[CONCERNED][/B]
Jenethiah? Are you there?
[I]Commotion is heard from the darkness. Reginald looks perplexed.[/I]
[B]REGINALD
[CONCERNED][/B]
Jenethiah? Are you okay? I heard a crash and came to see if you were alright. Jenethiah, can you hear me?
[I]Startled commotion and then silence.[/I]
[B]GOLBORT
[MOCKING JENETHIAH][/B]
Yes. I am okay. [CLEARS THROAT]
I couldn't see in the darkness and had a fall, that's all.
[B]REGINALD
[SUSPICION, CONCERN][/B]
Now why would you have smothered the light, then?
[I]Reginald brings light back into the room, revealing Golbort wearing the bottom of a mop over his head. Probably to pose as lady Jenethiah.
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[B]REGINALD
[UNFAZED, RELIEVED][/B]
Oh. I had thought you were a robber or something worse, like a Republican.
[B]GOLBORT
[CONFUSED, WARY, MOCKING JENETHIAH][/B]
No. Just me.
[I]Reginald passes out. He hits his head on a nightstand on the way down, tearing the muscle. The severed part sails off in an arc.
Applause.[/I]
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Also: Who cares if it's good or not. Art is subjective.
Edited:
Here's another I wrote up a minute ago:
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[B][U]KEKKLE'S WAS DOWN[/U][/B]
Kekkle, normally, was the happiest knight in the land. He fought his enemies with sunshine, happiness, and firmly written letters. However, recently Kekkle has taken on a life of crime and general lack of consideration for other people's feelings-- or lives. Nope, Kekkle had turned into a bad egg, a rotten apple, a slimy twinkie, and a flavorless pickle!
Things were looking down for Kekkle and everyone in his general vicinity until another knight rolled into town. This knight's name was Nite. Yes; Knight Nite. He had a baton and beat people unconscious for no reason other than to be mean and awful. With his powerful glutes and generous muscle mass, Knight Nite caved Kekkle's skull in and sent him into a coma.
Months later, Kekkle finally broke free from his crippling coma from a horrifying injury. Probably to wrought more pain and terribleness. Instead of injuries and suffering, Kekkle gave out chocolates, flowers, and grocery store coupons. Why the sudden change of heart? Oh my! He wasn't a horrible monster after all! He just didn't get enough sleep.
Unfortunately for him, Kekkle was tried in court for his misdeeds and was found guilty, sent to prison, and ultimately executed.
The End.
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