thanks @otherbrandt, it's always good to hear that other people are enjoying my work. I wasn't planning to write any more short stories but because of your comment I think I might try to produce a few more. What should I write about first, the cool rock I found while hiking today, or the rubber ducky I have that sings Bobby Darin's 1982 smash hit "Splish Splash" every time I squeeze its butt?
You idiot I didn't say anything about enjoying your work, can't you fucking read?? Your writing sucks and I wish you had killed yourself. I don't give a fuck what you write about it will all be equally bad. You're an idiot
Okay, so you think I should write about the cool rock I found first? And thanks again for complimenting me on my writing ability. People like you make me want to keep writing even though most of the time it feels like there's no point. So, thanks @otherbrandt!
Okay great, so here's the story about that cool rock I found while hiking today!
A Short Story About the Cool Rock I Found While Hiking Today
Would you believe that I found a rock while I was hiking in the mountains today? Believe it or not, it's the truth because I found a rock, and it was a cool one, true story. It's pretty rare to find a rock in the mountains much less a cool one like the one I found. But I found it, for real! I'd show you a picture of the rock I found but I wasn't able to take a picture before the rock jumped out of my hands and threw itself over the edge of a cliff. I felt bad that I hadn't thought to take a picture of the cool rock before it jumped off the cliff like that, but as they say, rocks will be rocks, and you really can't stop rocks from being rocks. Especially the cool ones. You can't really stop a cool rock from jumping off a cliff. I mean you can try, but if you do try, it will probably just make the rock want to jump off the cliff even more. And then where does that leave you, hiker of mountains and seeker of cool rocks? It leaves you standing there all alone in the wilderness, alone and tired and sad, and the only rock within miles with which to kill yourself by smashing it repeatedly into the side of your skull, has just thrown itself off a cliff. What to do? What to do?
thanks @otherbrandt, it's always good to hear that other people are enjoying my work. I wasn't planning to write any more short stories but because of your comment I think I might try to produce a few more. What should I write about first, the cool rock I found while hiking today, or the rubber ducky I have that sings Bobby Darin's 1982 smash hit "Splish Splash" every time I squeeze its butt?
You idiot I didn't say anything about enjoying your work, can't you fucking read?? Your writing sucks and I wish you had killed yourself. I don't give a fuck what you write about it will all be equally bad. You're an idiot
Okay, so you think I should write about the cool rock I found first? And thanks again for complimenting me on my writing ability. People like you make me want to keep writing even though most of the time it feels like there's no point. So, thanks @otherbrandt!
No goddammit! Don't write about anything just go kill yourself already!! WTF is your problem!!!
Okay great, so here's the story about that cool rock I found while hiking today!
A Short Story About the Cool Rock I Found While Hiking Today
Would you believe that I found a rock while I was hiking in the mountains today? Believe it or not, it's the truth because I found a rock, and it was a cool one, true story. It's pretty rare to find a rock in the mountains much less a cool one like the one I found. But I found it, for real! I'd show you a picture of the rock I found but I wasn't able to take a picture before the rock jumped out of my hands and threw itself over the edge of a cliff. I felt bad that I hadn't thought to take a picture of the cool rock before it jumped off the cliff like that, but as they say, rocks will be rocks, and you really can't stop rocks from being rocks. Especially the cool ones. You can't really stop a cool rock from jumping off a cliff. I mean you can try, but if you do try, it will probably just make the rock want to jump off the cliff even more. And then where does that leave you, hiker of mountains and seeker of cool rocks? It leaves you standing there all alone in the wilderness, alone and tired and sad, and the only rock within miles with which to kill yourself by smashing it repeatedly into the side of your skull, has just thrown itself off a cliff. What to do? What to do?
The end.
Flagged for terrible writing
Thanks for the support!