Sit down and spend a whole day thinking about a one-shot story in tousend words and make the greatest piece you have ever written. You are good at writing so why not test you wings?
What about some writing tennis? I write and you continue it tomorrow and I the next day. The first one to fail their responsibility to write loses. Feel no pressure it dosent' have to be that good.
Okay, I serve.
Anon crawled out of his bed when the sunlight began to prod his closed eyes. Walking downstairs like downsyndrome-zombie, Anon was unconsiously expceting to be passed by his imouto, Nonny, in the staircase. This was not the case though. In fact, when he reach the kitchen table he realized that she wasn't even up yet.
Suddenly, he was fully awake and he gave her spot at the table a double take. For a moment he thought he would go up and wake her but then decided against it. If she wanted to snooze for once, thenthat as okay and besides he just knew he would be called out for being a hypocrite about it since he used to mock her for being nervrotic like jew, to theiir mother's disapproval of course, in the morning.
He glanced at the clock and made a mental note to wake her up in five minutes. He made a two sandwiches with ham and then poured himself a glass of milk while he pondered how he would tease his sister for this.
Five minutes came an went and Anon gave her five more. Nothing.
Anon shook his head and moved up to his sister's door. He knocked the coor with his knuckles.
"Nonny, wakey wakey! The sun shines and the birds chriping." But nothing. "Hello?... Nonny?... Okay, I'm coming in okay? So don't be naked," Anon said.
He opened the door slowly. He was expecting it to be slammed shut any second now and to be berated by her angry sister. However, he ended up opening the whole door.
The room was a mess. The floor were littered with clothes. Anon noticed this when he stepped on something soft that clinged around his toes, it was a pair of pink panties!!!
Anon shook off the panties from his foot.
Books seems to have fallen from their places on the bookshelf and had been left laying on the floor.
His sister's desk was covered by map and next of the city and next ot it was a card. He picked the card up to investigate it. First he only saw a black plain side with three golden cricles intersecting with each other. He flipped it around in his hand. The otherside, was a picture of a monster-like creature that would be closest compared to a cheese with its many holes replaced with toothy mouths and worm-like tentacles coming out from it.
Anon didn't know his sister had followed up on his advice to read based lovecraft but it seems like she had. Good for her. He put the card back down.
A cool brezee entered through the window that was mostly covered up by curtains.
He realized that he mess had distracted him from his purpose here. His gaze wanderd to the foor of the bed and found a throng of wangaurds of stuffed animals and then the at the bundle of blankets further up in the bed.
He walked up to the side of her bed. She was wearing some strange blue shirt. It had short sleeves but puffy. Her hair was braided in as if of a professional and on top of that was a silver and blue tiara.
Suddenly, she rolled towards him and the many of the blankets covering her fell off revealing that she was wearing a fancy blue skirt and silver ballet shoes.
Anon grinned as he shook his head. What the fuck? Was she LARPing as a fairy when she was alone? Kek, this was gold.
He then saw a that she was embracing something. Was that a pony?
In her arms, a dog-sized white pony with a blone mane was snoozing. If most be a new stuffed pet, right?
Anon thought as he poked it with his finger.
It openedits eye and their gazes meet.
They both screamed like faggots.