Even in literature and art, no man who bothers about originality will ever be original:
whereas if you simply try to tell the truth (without caring twopence how often it has been told before)
you will, nine times out of ten, become original without ever having noticed it.

C. S. Lewis



there are no rules

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

I wanna write

Once upon a time in a misty litte village lived a dwarf boy and his gnome parents. All the other gnome boys would laugh at him because he was a dwarf and not a gnome. He didn't care though cause he had a trusty hash pipe. All day he would sit with Alice and together they would explore the new wonderland beneath the mushroom forrest. Twas there that he discovered the magic of it all. He didnt even know where he was or what was going on in the story but alice had her tits in a knot and that gave him his best thought yet:"Gnomes and dwarfs are not that different (perhaps a slight difference,and gnomes wear funny hats and chill in gardens while dwarfs chill underground)". he considered this for a moment then he jumped up and round-house kicked Alice in the teeth. "You human bitch!why didnt you tell me about the gulf war?!" he shouted, "Fuck you, lets go to a sexy party...NOW!". Alice wiped the blood off her chest and smiled a toothless grin. He reached up and climed up her pony tale,riding her like camel towards a lumo sexy party. That was all to embarrassing for alice who threw him into a coffee grinder that emptied into a mincing machine which poured the remains of the poor dwarf onto two pieces of bread. Mmmm,dwarf sandwich!

The End

2 comments:

Anonymous,  August 20, 2009 at 12:23 PM  

I want to understand this piece, and even like it, but I don't. Too much focus on trying to shock and be funny. Stop trying so hard and start writing.

PixyBean August 21, 2009 at 4:31 PM  

oh my word, your nonsense actually made me laugh. now stop trying so hard.

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Writing is an adventure. To begin with, it is a toy and an amusement. Then it becomes a mistress, then it becomes a master, then it becomes a tyrant. The last phase is that just as you are about to be reconciled to your servitude, you kill the monster and fling him to the public.
Winston Churchill
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