Five-Hundred Word Challenge 995: Climbing Trees

More writing and once again I have little to go off.

It is one of those days, but I guess I should be glad that it is and not one of the other days where I struggle more.

Maybe I need to look at climbing trees, but in order to climb a tree I need stairs as that will help me better get to where it is that I feel I need to be in order to persevere and assess the thigs that I need to assess.

There will be a table at the top of the whole thing – that thing being the tree – and I will have the things of which I need to assess sitting there. There they will sit and there I will assess them. I will look and analyse each one and I will work out as to which order they are meant to be in. This may take some time.

Thankfully there will be snacks and I like snacking, so therefore this won’t be the worst thing in the world. There are significantly worse things and really, this might just be one of the better things out there that one could ever have to deal with. However, I digress, somehow.

So anyway, I would spend the time and the time would pass by. Night into day and day into night and all that other stuff. There would be the passage of time and there would be the great analysing of things that don’t necessarily matter, but at least they would be analysed. They would be examined. There would be expressing of these things in a linear fashion, but perhaps it would not appear as though it was linear. Perhaps it would appear messy and open and all of those other things that I’d rather not have the whole thing appear as, but sometimes you don’t get a say there and so you just do what you can, where you can and how you can.

Of course you could also choose to not, but that is not something that I’m going to cover here as I need to go over there and then look at some other things. Maybe.

Eventually, of course, this would all grow tiresome and so I would need to go back down the tree and then go home. Of course this is then something that I would gladly do as I would much rather be at home resting than spending far too much time on something that might not warrant it, unless of course I can warrant doing so, which sometimes I can. However, not in this particular instance.

So I’d go home and have a rest and then do some other things which involve sleeping. Maybe there would be a fair bit of sleeping, but then again, maybe there would be very little. Of course it is too early in the day to tell, but sometimes you can tell sooner rathe than later, but right now it wouldn’t matter too much.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:18:59

Good speed, bit of a mess, but I feel I was able to weave some sort of whimsy in which somehow improves this.

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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