Hi, this was a competition entry to the writing about writing contest. I came up with this in lie... 5 minutes and I couldn't be bothered erasing it form existence, so I posted it here! I really had no aim for this, so I didn't let myself down.
Three… Two… One… GO!
Inspiration flows through me, the ideas in my head pouring onto paper [s]faster than a fox in the wintertime.
clearer than a crystal at daybreak.
like a flowing stream that… ummm, flows, somewhere.[/s]
faster than any angry author could scream.
The words are [s]like bullets onto paper[/s]
[s]more creative than anything precedenting-ish-it.[/s]
Inspired by… wait, no! I’ve said inspired twice! I'm almost tempted to goung holes in teh paper to protect the world from montrosities like this
Whatever shall I do? My work of art is ruined before it has a chance to prosper! The colourful field of blossoming ideas trampled into the dirt before a single petal opened. My mind is a blank typewriter, waiting for fifty monkeys to perpetualize the motion, the object we call a novel.
Monkeys! Monkeys at a crime scene, the big fat one the boss, smoking the cigar and wearing a bowler’s hat. The sergeant comes up and starts to… Where can this go? What can they do?
Nothing… That’s what. The idea is a big fat lump of nothing with a cherry on top. That's my brain, completely and utterly useless. Mangled beyond repair, with a suicide note left on the counter.
It wasn’t your fault. I was heading this was for a long time. The signs were there, I just hid them from you the best I could. I was slowly shutting down, realizing my pain and giving in. It wasn’t your fault; I was just useless to the world. I decided to leave you, you would be better off.
Wait… How does that work? Can a brain leave you? What would happen? Can you live on only half of our brain? What of you replaced the working half with your mates brain…? Hello! Idea coming through! Quick, fire up the engines, I got a one way ticket to stardom.
Let’s see. It starts off with…
A monkey in a fire engine.
Wait, where did that come from? Okay… and then he hits a women. The doctor tells the boyfriend they can have the brain transplant or die… Okay, let’s roll with that…
A murder mystery!
YES! And the pair have to work together to find the monkey! And it turns out that the monkey was really the mother in-law and she was committing murder, trypical, trypical trypical
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Yes, that’s’ it, I admit a little sketchy, but you’ve done your job. Thanks brain!
I'm just in the process of offereing a sacfirice to Oh Mightly Brain, when there is a scratching on the door. Seconds later I am being dragged out of my room and shoved into a while coat.
HEY! That's a good idea for a story...
Sorry, It's really lame, I know! Comments welcome!
