Random Writing Stuff

Me: *spins around in chair*

Hero: It’s time you get what’s coming to you!

Me: *picks up teacup, tea bag, and kettle full of boiling hot water*

Hero: Your plans of world domination... will never... succeed...

Me: *puts tea bag into tea cup*

Me: *pours boiling water into the tea cup*

Hero: what are you doing

Me: *puts down tea kettle*

Me: *looks hero in the eye*

Me: *chugs boiling tea*

So what I’ve found is, if you’re really, really stuck, look up a list of uncommonly used words, like ellipsism, which is described as “a sense of sadness one experiences when realizing that one won't live to see the future”, and write a sentence around it.

Example: As my vision darkened, I developed an overwhelming sense of ellipsism.

Good. Now you have a sentence. Now all you have to do is write a few more sentences around it, and you have a short story.

Example: The gunshot echoed through the dark hallway. I clutched my side, warm blood spilling through my fingers. The world seemed to move in slow motion as I sunk to the ground, in pain and unable to stand. As my vision darkened, I developed an overwhelming sense of ellipsism. I winced in pain. I could hear footsteps coming from behind me, but I couldn’t look to see who it was. There was a small pinching sensation as someone stuck a syringe in my arm and emptied it in one smooth motion.

“Shhhh, it’s alright,” said a deep voice from above me. “It’ll all be over soon, I promise.” I knew the voice was the voice of an enemy, someone I couldn’t trust at any cost, but it was soothing now, calming almost.

“That sedative I gave you should kick in soon.” I heard the voice say. I heated up with anger again, remembering that this man was my enemy, and that he had done so, so many horrible things. I struggled to stay conscious as the drug started to take hold.

“Don’t fight it,” said the voice. It calmed me down again, this deep, soothing voice. “Just give in to the exhaustion. You’re so tired, aren’t you?” I was.

“Just let the sedative do its job. It feels so much better to just give in, now doesn’t it? It feels so much better to do what I tell you to than to fight, doesn’t it?”

My muscles relaxed. The voice was right. This felt so good. I wanted more of this wonderful feeling, this absolute bliss that came from doing what I was told to do. I started to slip into unconsciousness, feeling better and better by the second. Everything would be okay.

After all, I could trust him.

Couldn’t I?