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Today I felt terrible I woke thinking my wife would be laying, beside me and I would be able to put my arm round her. But no I couldn’t it was just lonely me I got up, and walked to the shower. I washed myself nice and clean, so I didn’t smell then I got dressed, in some nice clothes. Even though no one would really care I was wearing nice clothes. I went out the house and walked down the street, I walked along looking down at the floor, feeling sorry for myself.
Like I normally do every single day; every single second, minute, hour. I feel sorry for myself and I have never stopped. I have been acting like this since my wife went; we had been together for 10 years. She stopped it to go off with some other man, so now I hate her. I walk down the road kick some rubbish along. I walk into the café I go into every morning, to have my breakfast. I go in and ask for the usual bacon, egg, sausages and a nice warm cup of tea.
I shove it down me then walk out, I walk down to work I work in a little tiny office, where there’s no air conditioning and it’s boiling. Well the things to do today, walk up loads of stairs to my office because the lifts broken, then turn on my computer and wait for five damn minutes for it to load, then sit down and type up a load of horrible work. So I walk into the office no one greeting me I go and sit down, turn on the computer and wait for it to load. I go and open a window, when I look back round a woman is walking into the office. A woman I had never seen before with long blonde straight beautiful hair, her face so nice her eyes look glazed she was beautiful and I wanted her.
I went over to Mike “Who’s that woman” I asked. “What that one” He answered. “No the other Woman there” I answered “O she’s Sal” he told me. “Oh she’s beautiful. I didn’t need anybody anymore I had found the perfect person and she was great.
Like I normally do every single day; every single second, minute, hour. I feel sorry for myself and I have never stopped. I have been acting like this since my wife went; we had been together for 10 years. She stopped it to go off with some other man, so now I hate her. I walk down the road kick some rubbish along. I walk into the café I go into every morning, to have my breakfast. I go in and ask for the usual bacon, egg, sausages and a nice warm cup of tea.
I shove it down me then walk out, I walk down to work I work in a little tiny office, where there’s no air conditioning and it’s boiling. Well the things to do today, walk up loads of stairs to my office because the lifts broken, then turn on my computer and wait for five damn minutes for it to load, then sit down and type up a load of horrible work. So I walk into the office no one greeting me I go and sit down, turn on the computer and wait for it to load. I go and open a window, when I look back round a woman is walking into the office. A woman I had never seen before with long blonde straight beautiful hair, her face so nice her eyes look glazed she was beautiful and I wanted her.
I went over to Mike “Who’s that woman” I asked. “What that one” He answered. “No the other Woman there” I answered “O she’s Sal” he told me. “Oh she’s beautiful. I didn’t need anybody anymore I had found the perfect person and she was great.
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down wrote:
> I bet his mouse is just hovering above the Post This Message button,
> wondering whether or not to ask what genre his story should be
Nah its not now.
> I bet his mouse is just hovering above the Post This Message button,
> wondering whether or not to ask what genre his story should be
Nah its not now.
I bet his mouse is just hovering above the Post This Message button, wondering whether or not to ask what genre his story should be
You're the one writing the story.
#1 You don't have to choose a genre then start writing.
Why confine yourself? Why not come up with an idea and progress it?
Defining a genre at the beginning is essentially restricting yourself. It's unnecessary to do so.
#2 Even if you do want to confine yourself to a genre, why should we tell you what it should be? You're the one writing the story, so make your own decisions.
#1 You don't have to choose a genre then start writing.
Why confine yourself? Why not come up with an idea and progress it?
Defining a genre at the beginning is essentially restricting yourself. It's unnecessary to do so.
#2 Even if you do want to confine yourself to a genre, why should we tell you what it should be? You're the one writing the story, so make your own decisions.
So the Genre should be ....?
. . .
Ok then I will think up my own idea but what will the genre be?
"come up with your own idea"
Alright then but I mean what genre should it be?
C®ø§$ Bób wrote:
> Well I am going to try and do a different story,and not make it
> identical but how should it be?
come up with your own idea.
......
> Well I am going to try and do a different story,and not make it
> identical but how should it be?
come up with your own idea.
......
Hoping you say what?
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