Free writing
Argh, more free writing to follow up on my random chipmunk story and now I can’t concentrate on writing because Miss Lancelot is speaking ... ok now she’s stopped, good, now to write. Argle, improvised writing is harder than talking, no less because I have to quadiante my hands on the keyboard as well as think. And apparently w have a minute left and I have siomenow msisedpeld every word in this sentence for some reason. Ah well, now I have nothing to say because as I said, improvised writing is harder than speaking. I like grapes. Yes, that is ow much little I have to day, that I now have to mention grapes, which I happen to be eating. I’m sure a minutes gone now and my stream of thought it wearing fin. Argle. I say ‘argle’ a lot it seems. I’ve punctuated every about third sentence with it. Yeah, now I’m commenting on what I’m writing, whislt writing it, which is actually easier to do when you can read what you’ve written, which I can now do because I’m tryping it. And I spelt ‘typing’ wrong and now my computer just froze, preventing me from seeing what I am writing. Joy. I have no idea what I am typing.
Editor's note: To see the pictures, look at the multimedia box.
Picture 1
Well ... I’m not sure if I’m supposed to be deeper than this ... but that’s clearly a butterfly ... or an ink splat. Or a splatted butterfly. Clearly this is supposed to tell me something about myself. So ... I’m seeing a splatted butterfly. Does that mean I hate insects? Well ... I don’t. I quite like insects. Except when they go on a crusade to infiltrate my room, just to randomly die in the corner, to decay and for me to find later.
Picture 2
Ok, here’s a new picture. It seems to be a crab ... or an upside skull. Or a skull wearing hat. Maybe it’s a dead rugby player. And before I can say more on dead rugby players, we’re changing the picture ....
Picture 3
Ok, new picture. That seems to be a human-starfish ... but with a very thin head. And eight arms. Spider-starfish-man? It also seems to be defecating out of its lower appendages. So what does this say about me? Well, I am a comic nerd, so that’ll explain the ‘Spider-starfish-man’. I’m not sure what the use of two tubes exiting the lower of a body being used for excretion says about me ....
Picture 4
Well, that’s one messed up Goomba. It looks like someone de-capitated (somehow, given Goombas don’t have a head, technically) a Goomba, and put a butterfly on it. Does this represent that the oppression of Goombas has some tranquil aspect to it. Perhaps. More likely it’s just because I’m that bored.
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Creative Writing Anthology 2011-12
Non-FictionStuff I wrote in my school's Creative Writing. Each session began with free writing, which we just wrote random stuff to get our brain going. And then specific tasks followed.
