Writing Session One-a-day #2A look towards the refrigerator, another towards the crowd gathering outside her house in jubilation. A second glance at the food inside the cooling unit, a sigh when returning to the masses.Writing Session One-a-day #2 by ReisC
The single thought crossing her mind before Mila waved towards the waves of hopeful obese delusionals and brittling thin saps was:
“I’m going to die”.
The second, moderately less important was her sudden regret for caring about politics. if it wasn’t for that odd fervor of hers, she wouldn’t have committed fasting as a protest.
Like all good protests, it did not work. It did give her the biggest fanbase the world had seen, all based on a huge misinterpretation of her intentions. Going from government whiner wannabe to weight loss super star was a venture not many of us usually think as a viable choice of life.
But there it was. Mila had cracked the code for fame and fortune by getting her ribs to show. Know another thing about fame and fortune? It’s hard getting
Hyper Writing Session #1UserX: “HI there munchkin.”Hyper Writing Session #1 by ReisC
UserY: “i’d ask you to stop calling me that for the 14th time if i felt like bothering with doing it a 15th time eventually. i’m not a piece of food nor i like being reminded of it”
UserX: “You know what I should remind you of? Punctuation, that great invention God bestowed on us right after fire. Because if there’s something he wanted us to get right was not freezing to death as bad writing cavemen.”
UserY: “i’m not sure you really understand religion either. Anyways, have you checked the place?”
UserX: “The so secret area which I should not reveal that it is a base of operations for aliens coming from the alternate dimension of good willed beings that want to invade our planet now so they can teach us white people good manners and how to actually dance?”
UserY: “the server spot”
UserX: “Oh I found that way l