Okay. I'm done with my schoolwork, now I can write a quality story in peace. *sits down comfortably*
*minutes later* Okay, what the actual crap? There is a cat biting my toes and climbing on the table..
The stars glimmered with--
Wait, no. I start too many stories with the sky. C'mon, Auron, just focus.
Her skin was a soft, cream color and her auburn hair tumbled down.
Er- no. What was I aiming for there? STOP BITING MY TOES! Okay, deep breaths, you've written a quality st- well, sort of quality story before...
The snowflakes flurried down from the sky like glitter. On the ground, it twinkled beautifully, with not a footprint ruining the smooth ground.
Okay, Auron. You're doing better. But what can you do to improve this story?
*many tries later* Okay, you know what? I'm done. This can just end my writing career right now. *loud keyboard noises*
*moments later*
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Now that, Auron, that is beautiful, no sugar coating it this time. That is one quality story and it deserves to be published.
*asking parents for reviews*
"Auron, that is beautiful. Keep writing, you are the best writer I know."
Are you actually frikkin kidding me right now? All of my stories could be like THIS piece of crap and they wouldn't say a thing.
That's great, you know what? I don't even WANT to write anymore. Who actually needs a job, right? *nervous laughter*
jfgjvncxkjvxcjvkbcjkbfdjklgxhdjlzfhkjdshfjkdsvbcxbnjddjjhl is now published.
...
Perfect.
Author Notes: Me every time.
United States • 19 years old