How To Do Everything Last Minute: A Novel by me that I am going to write later
Dara like Sara but with a 'D'. Twenty years old. Near Washington D.C. Ready to Start. I am writing A Story a Day during my summer break. You can find the writings here. You can ask me questions here. Prompts are always welcome.
I’m plunging full speed into a heavy bout of writers block. I put pen to paper an utter nonsense ensues.
Dreaming is quite wonderful. But, it is also quite annoying. They are too sporadic and crazy and I forget them too easily to ever get a decent story out of them.
I just came home one day and it happened.
I don’t wear flowers anymore. I used to wear them but then one say unjust stopped. It got old. Things are always new and exciting until it becomes worn out and boring.
Less than a second ago. I love that phrase. There is no room for error. No time to waste, everything and nothing can happen if the time is not spent. I suppose the same can be said for all units of time but less than a second has a but more umph to it, a sense of urgency.
“Boys these days are just no good for anything,” my sister said. She was giving me a bath. I made a mess again. I just like digging.
Writing us stupid. I don’t know why I want to do this.
The entire story happened in a night. Those are my favorite types of stories. This guy on the tele is losing his mind.
Everything has a story. It’s hard to write them all down or tweak them into things that have never actually happened or have yet to happen. You would have to be absolutely mad to attempt so do so, even in the smallest of capacities.
I feel so violated!
She walked into the store and I froze. This was it. I had less than a second to make my move.
Why is this happening?
It’s sad to think about how humans can’t fly. I wonder how people would find a way to make money off of it. You know, the same way people make money off of working by selling shoes.
What do you call the person that helps kids cross the street? They get paid to tell people when to walk.
I just want to write.