Pick a category, and go wild
And honestly, I kinda just take the first thing that pops up, aha. In my case "Dolly Platt, the Zombie" is enough to get me to write something. Just take something and roll, don't reread.
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Autumn Wolfie wrote:I can write like.. 3 pharagraphs of something, then decide its not good enough and erase it all. I've done this 3 times in the past hour.
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Evelyn Peterson was thinking about Dean Russell again. Dean was an intuitive sunlight with soft fingers and beautiful legs.
Evelyn walked over to the window and reflected on her deprived surroundings. She had always hated death trap Highschool with its loose, low Lockers. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel lonely.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the an intuitive figure of Dean Russell.
Evelyn gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a hopeful, patient, tea drinker with skinny fingers and lanky legs. Her friends saw her as a foolish, funny fox. Once, she had even made a cup of tea for a long bird.
But not even a hopeful person who had once made a cup of tea for a long bird, was prepared for what Dean had in store today.
The clouds danced like thinking birds, making Evelyn concerned. Evelyn grabbed a peculiar sketchbook that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers.
As Evelyn stepped outside and Dean came closer, she could see the wet glint in his eye.
Dean gazed with the affection of 4904 self-concious loose lizards. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want Love."
Evelyn looked back, even more concerned and still fingering the peculiar sketchbook. "Dean, just... go away," she replied.
They looked at each other with unstable feelings, like two clear, clever cats shouting at a very quiet class, which had indie music playing in the background and two remarkable uncles sleeping to the beat.
Evelyn studied Dean's soft fingers and beautiful legs. Eventually, she took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," began Evelyn in apologetic tones, "but I don't feel the same way, and I never will. I just don't love you Dean."
Dean looked anxious, his emotions raw like a raspy, robust razor.
Evelyn could actually hear Dean's emotions shatter into 5201 pieces. Then the intuitive sunlight hurried away into the distance.
Not even a cup of tea would calm Evelyn's nerves tonight.


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