This is my post for the week. It's uncommonly early to post for the week but I must obey the muse. enjoy.
-Mal
The Paper Games
chewed the powerlines, but worse. Malniss froze in anticipation of the
coming storm.
but the storm never came.
instead, unable to process her thoughts, she sat, frumpy and reluctant
at the glossy pine table and attempted to write The Paper That Will
Change The World. thoughts streamed in and out of her mind like lawn
chairs or rubber duckies in a maelstrom. all the while the brooding
tempest matched her mood.
when suddenly, a light came on.
metaphorically, it was still dark outside. Maybe bella really did chew
the power lines again.
the light was like the golden light of truth, bending down to her,
telling her something.
LISTEN TO MY BRAND NEW SINGLE
hmmm. wait, no that's not what the light was telling her, that was the
spotify playlist.
she closed her laptop to clear away distraction and listen to the light. and-
shortly after closing the laptop she realized this would render it
impossible to type the story. she opened the laptop and continued.
she also silenced spotify.
the light came toward her and said "you know what to do."
so then, like magic. it hit her. right as the electric current from
the laptop sent a shockwave through her body rivaling that time she
slid in her socks through walmart and then touched a shopping cart.
The power also came on again unexplainably.
she gasped with the shock of the truth: existentialism is baloney.
she knew now what to write THE PAPER on. she allowed a brief moment to
daydream of turning it in on tThursday: "The Baloney of Existentialism- and
other Lunchmeats." to the joy of Talmage and Abernathy's Chargrin. she
picked up the pencil, brandishing it like a skilled archer and then
realized that she needed to get back to typing- so the pencil was merely a metaphor for her skills as a
writer. she knew she must out-write all other Honors Tributes or else perish.
let the paper games begin.
This is exactly how I felt as I worked on my paper. As if I was being hunted by something, or someone. I didn't want to be racing people to finish first, but I found myself doing just that. I was frustrated I wasn't as far along as other people were. Then I realized that it wasn't a race, it was my time to go slow and steady to make sure I did my best.
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