Five-Hundred Word Challenge 1027: The Barrel

Well, it’s time to squeeze out another of those things where I ramble at length about something.

Maybe I’ll go on about fish this time around, but I have a desire to write about chicken again, but perhaps that should be saved for another time. I need to organise my topics in a way that makes sense and makes accessing them an easy endeavour. Probably won’t happen today though as I need to ramble on about things and that rambling comes at a price, or so they say.

Now, I don’t know who it is that says that, but I’m going to choose that I believe them as I need to choose to believe that, or something. Sure, there are other things that I need to choose down the track and this has no bearing on anything, but you have to bear with me as I’m scraping the bottom of the barrel. It took a while to get there, but I certainly have gotten there and now that I’m finally there, something something and so on and so forth.

I think that doing the novel thing again was a bad idea, but I’ve come this far and so it probably is better that I stick it out and get to the end, lest I don’t and then end up with a bit of a mess on my hands.

So anyway, the barrel tried to abscond earlier and there was a bit of a chase. As you can imagine, I was not feeling up to this as I’m rather lazy at the best of times, but I had to rise to the occasion and so rise I did. I got up and I started chasing the thing. It was a bit of a run.

The barrel was more athletic and agile than I was so I had to try and rely on cunning and wit to get to the part where I would catch it. I also needed to make sure that I could pin it down and stop it from running about as that would mean that I would have it pinned down and it would not be able to escape my grasp.

It was running and gaining a lot of distance ahead of me, but the barrel did not account for slight sudden inclines and hills. It fell and rolled a little bit uphill, but then it rolled downhill and into my ironclad embrace. From there I was able to leave with barrel in arms and it had no choice but to keep on letting me dig.

Unfortunately during this whole experience it lost a bit of what was in it and I knew not where that stuff went, so I had to start scraping. This of course was not and is not a good thing and now I need to try and find another way to get to where I need to get, but I’ve so many other things that I should be doing, but I am procrastinating.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:41:67

I have no idea where that idea came from, but it came out and it kind of worked.

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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