I would like to see what people can come up with in 3 paragraphs or less.
I'll try.
I sit here, trying to find inspiration but it does not come.
I sit here, staring at the type writer, but the ideas do not come.
The page remains blank.
I guess I just complain about how inspiration eludes me once again.
The walls were stained with what I thought was resin leaking from the knotted boards through it's paint. I looked closer at the stains, they were shaped like irregular rings that trailed off of the wooden planks nailed to my walls, and onto the smoky drywall. It was almost like a coffee stain; but later I discovered it was mold. It disgusted me, because at that moment I realized how nasty this house really was, and I started to notice all of it's flaws and filth.
Idk sometimes I like to make detailed paragraphs about things that can be simplified.
Like the inspiration for this was "Ew I found out those stains on my walls were mold. Gross."
One time when I was very young a friend and I were watching cartoons. It was raining outside and I remember the show had something to do with ghosts.
I don't think anybody was home but us, so we had the whole box of fruit rollups next to us, eating them all. This friend was really good at bringing back old memes.
They asked me if I thought that Candlejack was real. So I told them that they were just b
"The night is dark and full of terrors.", was the line I begin all my fiction on a writers forums.
Sounded great until I got a notification from HBO for copy right infringement.
The threats of legal action helped me know real fear. Which I put into my stories of course.
I didn't even know game of thrones existed till I got the warning of a possible lawsuit in the mail.
What a life.
This morning, at around 10:40 AM, I stood in the kitchen with my socks loosely clinging to my feet, sheilding them from the cold vinyl flooring. I peered through the kitchen window's blinds without giving my eyes a chance to wake up, which made me incredibly dizzy, but my eyes adjusted. All I could see was a lumpy duvet of white coating everything but the black road. Every bit of snow that was touched by rain had turned into a thick sheet of ice; and anything touched by tire or tread on by foot had turned a tone of brown. Suddenly a loud ding diverted all of my attention to the dented toaster oven, my toast had been burnt. This was going to be a shitty day.
Inspiration: "I burnt my fucking toast this morning because I was paying attention to the snow and not the toast. FML."
There was enough oxygen for three people in the cabin. There were four of us.
We drew straws.
I lost.
Sheryl
I took Sheryl into another room.
Her refusals were ignored. Her struggles were futile.
I pushed her into the shower.
She screamed, she cried, she howled. She even bit me. She fought back best she could
Didn't matter. I was going do it anyways.
A few minutes later, the deed was done.
I was bloodied but finally relieved.
Sheryl, my cat was finally given a bath.
She stood there, I stood here.
Hours go by, time flies.
Day after day, paths cross.
Eyes meet, smiles exchanged.
She stood there, I stood here.
Months go by, yet we remain.
Looks turned to waves,
Smiles turned to voices.
She stood there, I stood here.
Year goes by, yet I remain.
There I stood, newspaper in hand.
On the front page, tearful news.
The fate of someone I once knew.
The end of the girl who once stood there.
Inspiration: Someone who I used to see at school every day until they one day died. I tried to make the story as minimal in detail as possible, as if it could be applied to any situation. I also thought it'd be neat if for each paragraph I increased the number of lines by one.
Sounded like a song.
Once there was a ugly barnacle.
He was so ugly that everybody died.
The End.
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