Inner Critic: Why do people write? It's a waste of time!
Shamar: No it's not. It's a creative outlet.
Inner Critic: Where are you from?
Shamar: Why?
Inner Critic: Just curious.
Shamar: I'm from Delaware. Why is that important?
Inner Critic: Connecticut isn't a good place to write stories! You know that right?
Shamar: You don't know what you're talking about.
Inner Critic: I do!
Denise: Cram it! You're never right!
Me: He thinks that writing causes thunderstorms to form!
Denise: That's not true!
Inner Critic: It is so!
Catrina: Do us a favor and scram!
Inner Critic: I'll be back!! "fades away*
Denise: My birthday is next Friday!
Me: Same day as me!
Shamar: Nice!
This story was written on Friday, May 24th, 2024.
A/N The inner critic is always wrong! Total garbage is what it is! Don't be a silent reader. Please leave feedback. Thanks.
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