First line … first line
In a hole
What the fuck, dude
Everyone has magic in them, they just don’t know it
It’s not about magic … wish it was … I could write that
Everyone has a murder in them, they just don’t
No
Everyone has a
No … think you dumb fuck, think
It was a cold …
Stop it … just fuckin stop it ….
To begin at the ….
Use your own fuckin brain, dipshit … what’s the line … you’ve got get the line … get the line … what’s the line … what’s the fuckin line … umm
That grass needs cutting … too early to do it …
Concentrate … the line
Stare … stare … what’s the line …
Okay … think about it … no … think about them … first line … how you going to get them to the next …
Be different if I wasn’t here … should go into the woods or something
You don’t need the woods … think
I can’t
Yes, you can, think
Grass
Stop it! Think
First line …
First line …
Talk to me ..
Who …
You … talk to me …
Who are you?
Just talk …
Ok … I’ll talk
Good.
What are you?.
I’m you.
No, you’re not … you’re no-one … third person … third person … third
Got it …
I’ve got it
What is it
Yes …
What is it!!
Everyone wants to be me …
You said third person
No … not now …
Carry on
Everyone wants to be me …
Yes …
Even now I’m dead.
This fictional short story was written for a 50 Day Project organised by the artist Amanda Billing. I get 45 minutes to an hour (not the project’s rules, it’s just about the time I have right now) to write a story, sometime between 4.30am and 5.30am. After that, the day is no longer mine.
N.B. The sketch image for this short story was created using AI (at best, I can draw a half-decent stick man). The words are all mine.
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