Nothing special here, only a random thought with included handwriting sample.
Being a writer is like being the ugliest girl at a swinger party; you can somewhat be part of the experience, but you'll have plenty of free time to spectate and thus recite the events later more accuratily than most.
I know there's a typo... writo? Spelling error. That's why I use spell checkers even when I'm writing using a text editor running in terminal (nano editor for the win!)
Also recite isn't the best verb to use here, but hey, at least it only proves that its original!
"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.
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.
Shadowy meadows
Surround the valley
Skinny wee fellows
Pushing a trolley
The grasses are green
The sky is melancholic...
Lil' Jesus is coming to the town.
And he have brought some gifts for us!
But there was a wee bit
O' misunderstanding,
Because he bought the "Gift" in Germany..