Once again, I’m here to share some of my old bits of writing practice! I hope you can get some kind of enjoyment from either reading them, or the idea of doing these little bits of writing in your free time. Maybe you’ll enjoy doing it. They say to keep doing the thing you love. An artist sketches and doodles, so a writer should write as often as he or she can—fragments of a scene, little thoughts, etc.
Here we are with possibly the last of my old stuff too. Well, the old stuff I’m willing to share. Even an open individual has creations they prefer to keep secret, either for future projects, or because they’re too embarrassing share. Hah!
The sun began to rise as morning came, which was to be expected. Though, it was comforting just to see something regular—something predictable. To him it was an anchor that kept him on the ground of sanity.
There was only a engine’s gentle humming to awaken him—the adventurous glitch. Though, this wasn’t odd. It wasn’t different at all. In fact, if there had been anything else, then it would have baffled him. For a week there had been no weird happenings, disturbing noises, action, or danger. He would have given anything for a different bird to chirp, or the oven to light on fire, but he had to stay hovering above the planet for just a bit longer.
But then, he woke up. It was only a dream to be so horribly bored on that morning. In fact, he was awakened by the deafening repeating blinking red alarm lights. Everything was red, and he had no idea what was going on. Yet, he would have smiled if he had a mouth.