chaoticlufa
Maybe I'll update this as a plot develops lol. So far we have a peanut butter sandwich, some sunscreen, and my story has accidentally become part of the fantasy genre. Also, a petty protagonist that I randomly named Madi, a chaotic narrator, and an ex-boyfriend. But not one of the hot ex-boyfriends that "got away." One of those ex-boyfriends that when you see them on Instagram because you forgot to unfollow them you say "bullet dodged" and mean it.
So yeah. Consider yourself warned. This story is just chaotic brain vomit. I have no plan about where it's going. I'm mostly just trying to get used to writing consistently, get over my fear of "everything I write will always be cliche and suck," and also my fear of other people having the opportunity to see what I write. Literally, the entire plan is to just say "what's something insane that could happen next" and write a story that may or may not be objectively terrible. I figure if I tell myself the goal is for it to be bad, then I'll be proud if it's bad, and pleasantly surprised if it's not half bad. Still, should be fun. Hopefully. Why did I decide to put this on the internet? Idk.