So much for lightening the mood up. I swear it wasn’t supposed to end up in this way (I wanted something more lighthearted), but I honestly had this idea of post-apocalyptic gangs vying for territory in my head, that I kept writing and ended up with this:
Bumbling middle-management and weird chain emails from Haiti… Continue reading “Flash Fiction Challenge #11”
It’s February! We’re already thirty-seven days into 2018 and, unlike this time in 2017, I feel like time is blasting forward. You know the old adage: late nights and early mornings; and the weekends are never quite long enough.
It was the mid 2000s and I found myself having to write, yet again, another research paper for school. High school to be exact. Like every report before it, it was due on a Monday, leaving me to devote a sizable chunk of my weekend to making sure that it was complete. Unless I REALLY wanted to test the limits of my ‘creativity’
procrastination by finishing it before the period it was assigned, using one of the school computers.
More important, than the due date, was the fact that I usually wanted to finish it early enough for my dad to look at it before I submitted it for a grade. What can I say? I was a glutton for punishment.
You can’t simply write in a bubble all day for the rest of your life.