Inner Critic: Your writing is nothing short of a failure!
Virginia: Shut up!
Inner Critic: I'm serious! You should quit! You were born in 1992, and you're not cut out to be a writer!
Virginia: What does my birth year have to do with my reputation as a writer?
Inner Critic: I'm just stating the facts!
Virginia: Ken, can I use your iron real quick?
Ken: Sure! It's right there!
Virginia: Thanks! *gets the iron, heats it up, and walks towards the inner critic*
Inner Critic: Uh, what are you gonna do with that?
Virginia: Feel the burning desire! *burns the inner critic with the hot iron*
Inner Critic: Yow!!!! *getting burned by the hot iron*
Virginia: You have anything else you want to say to me?! *angry look*
Inner Critic: No!! Please don't burn me again! I'm sorry! *suffering 3rd degree burns*
Virginia: Good!
Inner Critic: Can I have some ice?
Virginia: No!
This story was written on Friday, September 13th, 2024.
A/N Did you feel the burn, inner critic? That'll learn you! 😾 Don't be a silent reader. Please leave feedback. Thanks.
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