Recently I decided to try writing without thinking. What do I mean by that? Well basically I wrote down the first words that came in to my head. There was no conscious effort to choose the words for any specific purpose and I obviously didn’t even know what the end product would be. What follows here are two unedited pieces of writing done in this way. These are literally the words in the order they came out. I know some people would probably point to something a little spooky going on, especially when you see what came out. Maybe my brain is generally full of some dark images and there was nothing for them to bypass, so that they just flowed better. I don’t know. There was no writer’s block, no stress, just a flow of words, somewhat waffly I admit. I could probably have gone on for longer on both occasions. Please remember that these are in an unedited form so they lack form and structure. For me that breaking free is a good thing.

 

1^st attempt

Supernatural random remedies for the woes of the world can be channelled inspirationally from higher states into lower beings simply by regressing and returning to what was once known and was ingrained from birth. There is no reason why anybody can not be a part of this deific process which is so exciting that it can be liberating and freeing. Take a pen and start to write the very words that flow from your inner being without being constrained by the clumsy rational mind which interferes with the deeper thought processes. Don’t allow those hindrances to stop you from being totally at one with your expression.

2^nd attempt

Surreptitiously he angled his elbows at the waste paper basket that glided across the linoleum floor. He stood and raised his fist at the apparition that threatened his sanity and canoodled with his ego. He tackled it with verve and vigour and gave it no quarter, pulling it to the ground, but it escaped from his grasp and fled into the night shouting back that it would return with ten, then fifty more, and that his days were numbered. The man sank to the floor and was overcome with feelings of indescribable terror and anxiety so that his brain felt as if it were seeping from his temples. The inner explosion gripped his rational processes and he stormed out into the street to escape. He failed to see the speeding headlights of the VW Golf that skidded into him as it braked in the cascading rain. His demise was complete and there was no need for the ten or the fifty that had been promised.

 

 

I’ve realised that this is similar to the short story I posted called Not a Monday Like Every Other Wednesday. Ha ha I seem to have a tendency towards sudden supernatural deaths. Am I really so dark?

 

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