Many (and some more) hours after I began to work on CSS, I finally finished the work (that part at least) for now. All that's left is to upload my stuff other than Hello and the not-yet announced vi.log. Which reminds me:
vi.log is public now! It is a simple log file (even more simpler than Hello) that is created by the somethingVI, which is a VI (virtual intelligence) assistent for computers in... I don't know when. It's sort of kind of a mystery series where the dates looks like these for f**ks sake: 11032159358517212, 20505304348517212.
It's 4:33 (for americans: am), I'm half-dead, half-asleep, half-useless. Beginning tomorrow (well, technically today) I'll start to upload and continue my work on Hello. Wait, f**k, I haven't announced that either:
Hello is currently a RWIP (rework in progress), it'll be nicer, has better grammar, slightly longer texts ('bout 1-2 lines extra per article), and some secrets may become slightly less of a secret! You'll see the old version though for now, since there'll be some (minor) changes in the HTML structure (and maybe in the CSS) as well and I don't want to upload anything till I catch up. I'm at D12 or so, thus I have about 10 articles left. And those are the longer ones...
F************************************************K!
(I believe R2-D2 would be proud of me for that f***....**k.)
See ya later!
Writing began at 08 nov 2021 and was put on hold for the better part of 2022 until publishing.
Throughout my years as a writer, I found myself unable to write on command. Every time I am faced with restrictions, deadlines or the possibility of working with unlike-minded individuals, whether it is a short story, a song or as simple as a letter, my mind seems to freeze and to actively deter inspiration, preventing ideas to form and prosper in what otherwise would be the perfect habitat for them...
I'm lost in the light
I'm lusting the void
People around me
Are nothing, but noise
I am surrounded
There's nowhere to go
The lack of the bright
Is where I feel home
Written at 17 August 2021
"No!" The angry student exclaimed, "I told you already! This is it! I refuse to change any of it!" He threw his papers in the air and stormed out of the lecture hall.
"What was that about?" asked the curious bystander, who helped Mark to pick up the angry student's essay.
"Just another art student refusing criticism," he said as he looked at his empty wrist, "do you know what time is it?"
"It's 11:05," she revealed with morbid casualty.
Written for 24 hour flash story writing competition, given theme was Ruthless Ambition.
This was a writing practice in preparation for a 300 word flash story writing competition. 2/2 people who read it seemed to like it, so now it's here.
Randomly chosen theme was Justice.