*When someone asks you what are you doing"
Narrarator:
This is a story all written about absolutely, positively, persuasively nothing. Now let me stop you before you skip this chapter and laugh in my dashing, never before seen, quite rhetorical face since after all I am quite handsome and I should know I am the narrator. Yes do not second guess yourself I am writing about nothing, so let's get on with it. What is nothing? Is it the black space when you close your eyes? No that would be a simple black abyss wouldn't it? Yes, yes nothing is more than that it is deeper more precise nothing is nothing unless you say something to make nothing which would make no sense because then that would be something instead of nothing and nothing cannot be something for it must be nothing! Lost you eh. Now when do you ever write about simply nothing? I will tell you... when you are in school hunched over your desk writing furuosiously in class and a kid to your left leans over and asks,
"What are you writing about" you, you little conniving scoundrel! You runt your about to lie do you feel it!
"Nothing" see and then you the little lying scum block the note book with your hand and lean as far away as you can from the person. At least if this happens to me I will not be Lying! Or oh dear... Oh dear... Oh no...! I suppose I would be lying because I am in deed I am writing about somthing I'm writing about nothing.
~something
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RandomA collection of random short stories for different genres in which I will be posting every week. The only character that will stick throughout the whole thing is the Narrator. The Narrator someone who you have never heard give his opinions or break...
