Five-Hundred Word Challenge 922: Reset the Timer

So I started writing this thing and midway through I accidentally reset the timer and as you can imagine, I am rather miffed about the whole thing.

This is a rather annoying situation. It is not as though what I had written was worth reading, but I had written it and it was mine to throw out onto The Internet, but here we are. Instead of trying to rewrite that, I’m just going to write about how angry I am about the situation as that seems like a much more productive endeavour to me; at least, at this stage in the day.

I had written what I had written and now I am here and no longer there,. The words could be recovered, but that isn’t going to happen. Maybe other things will happen, but not that. I don’t feel like it and I am currently at the whimsy of what I do and do not feel like, though that isn’t too much different from usual, so… yeah.

Anyway, I am angry. I am furious. Some might even say that I feel disgruntled. These could all be true. However, they may also all be false. Who knows, really? I do know, but I am not revealing my secrets. That i0s not happening today. Normally it would happen, but today it is not happening. There are other things that need to be revealed, like how angry I just so happen to be. I am very angry and very angry is how I feel. I feel so angry that perhaps there will be the cutting of the trees with my steely gaze and perhaps that tree cutting will lead to escapades due to the crimes against nature.

There are other things that I might do with this anger, but they are to be discussed at another time at another place and somehow with the sense of reflection within the winds under my coattails.

Perhaps I shall dream in anger and find some sore of release through the process of doing that, though perhaps that is not something I should be worrying about at all. Instead perhaps I should be focusing on other thigs and let them take me to a state of dreaming where I am drifting and flowing down a river of the most relaxed variety. That could be nice. It could be fin. It might even prove fruitful in my quest to find more things of which I can explore and discover and reveal to myself, hopefully to gain a better understanding of all of that. However, that is not very angry and therefore I shall not worry about that for the time being.

My anger is yet to abate and therefore my thirst for vengeance is yet to be quelled. There shall come a time in which this does occur, but perhaps at the present moment that time is not now. Perhaps that will happen at another time and at another place, but it will not happen right now.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:19:26

From the “ashes” of what I wrote, this came forward.
Silly, fun stuff to write.

Written at home.


About Stupidity Hole

I'm some guy that does stuff. Hoping to one day fill the internet with enough insane ramblings to impress a cannibal rat ship. I do more than I probably should. I have a page called MS Paint Masterpieces that you may be interested in checking out. I also co-run Culture Eater, an online zine for covering the arts among other things. We're on Patreon!
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