Improbable

While traveling around this great big netwebz of ours, I encountered a new and interesting site: WriteSomething.net. It’s a really cool site and I highly suggest everyone checks it out. The premise is well explained in it’s layout. You are greeted by an odd block of text and a text box beneath with the words, “Type here whatever you want, quick and without thinking.” Simple instructions, and so I followed suit. The following is what came about from my first visit. I have edited two words because the original post began very poorly, and I felt an intense need to repair it. This was all spontaneous writing, no previous premise was conceived or planned out. Good luck.

It was a present. I gave it to her for some odd holiday. It was all I had. That was where it ended. It began not too long ago in the far off corners of my mind. I can’t quite remember the name of the town, I can’t quite remember the names of the people who lived there, and I’m not even totally sure this is where it all happened. It certainly didn’t happen ENTIRELY in this single place, but I can’t remember the other places and what happened there either, so I’m going to assume they’re not important. It seems ironic to follow that logic on other locations, and yet seem so certain that this particular location, of which I have no firm memory of either, is necessary to note, even relevant enough to warrant such insane ramblings without progressing at all. I can remember enough to know that there was a focal point of activity leading up to the dramatic climax we now sit at. You’ll see the real ending later, but me even telling you such a thing violates so many principles of dictation and storytelling that any sane reader would soon realize they were wasting an immense amount of time reading this and move on to something of greater substance.