I’ve written a story about…
No wait it’s still in my head so…
Am going to write a story about… A
guy
He’s the quiet type, shy type
Never seen by others - like a
fly on the wall
But that doesn’t faze him
He likes it that way
The attention scares him
Being seen terrifies him
Wait… That’s not the story am
writing
Ok, am writing a story about…
no, I haven’t actually started so…
Am about to write a story
about… a wishing well
The well was once a
“prominent” factor of a small village
It was drenched by a stranger
who had heard of the villages need for running water
……Ok, that did not come out
as I wanted it too…
Ok so am about to write a
story about…
It’s a psychological
thriller… pause for effect… now continue...
A man, now in his early 30’s
has dreams of a childhood he never lived
But clearly too real, too
consistent to be just a dream
Seemingly suppressed memories
With the bits and pieces of
the “memory” he is able to locate a town
A town that could hold the
answers to these visions of his taunting past…
Damn it… I had to restart my
PC… where was I… *reads previous line*
Ok… So… ahhh…
Let’s try this again,
Am thinking about writing a
story that’s stuck in my mind,
Somewhere behind crates, rubble
of a decade’s waste, ‘Jaro sized mountains and great walls from China…
About something that I would
like to express to you in full detail
Expounding on the slightest
conception of an idea I have
One that will grip your
fullest attention as it would mine
But until then, my apologies…
