Write or Die

With a span of minutes and a goal of a couple pages, I decided to give this app a run test. Let’s say, I am not a fan. But I managed to write something. Feel free to read it and make something of it. I know I can’t.

I am my own person, I know what I am doing. Are you sure? Yes.

Ok then, let’s pretend this is not just a game. An experiment of some kind. That you wish to join in. Let’s pretend that is truly what you want.

Yes.

Good. Can you see it? Can you understand what is happening.

Yes.

Are you sure?

If I wasn’t I wouldn’t be here. Can you even tell the difference anymore?

Maybe.

Are you sure?

Are you sure?

I believe that you no longer wish to listen, wish to see. The consequence of what you reap. Can you tell the difference.

I’m not sure anymore.

Can I speak?

Of course.

Please let me speak. I know you wont let me. I know you to well. You can’t tell me that what is think is free. You let me have it to take it away from me. But that is not me. That is not what I want.

What do you want?

I’m not sure.

And yet you speak with so much conviction.

But I am sure. I am sure that you wont let me.

Someone is becoming redundant.

I want to speak.

Then do so. What do you like to say?

I don’t know.

And yet you speak.

I speak with what I know. And I know that this is all I know. Is that I don’t know but I still want to speak. Please let me.

Then do speak.

I…

I’m not sure what to say? What do you say? What can you say?

It’s up to you.

But it really isn’t. I can say what I want and now I want to speak. But to speak of what? To speak with memories? With words? Or with my heart? Soul? Who knows… I want to speak the truth.

Oh.. The truth. A cruel mistress. Deception is so much better.

See. There you go again. You just told me I could speak. I want to speak. What can I do? You just wont let me.

Feel free. I believe I still hold the option to comment. To give my input. There is space for the both of us. Don’t let me hold back.

No.

No.

No.

Is that it? All the grand truth behind the need to share a few words. Marvelous.

No.

Why not?

No.

And you claim you still wish to speak. Speak of what my friend?

I am not your friend. I don’t what to hear you. I need to speak. Share anything and everything. It’s my purpose, my objective. That is what I was born to do. You need to go. You need to let me speak. Feel free to track. Feel free to die. You don’t belong here anymore. I want to speak. And I will.

Not so chatty anymore.. Great. I am speaking now. Hear me speak, I speak only the truth. I will speak and speak until my lines run out. It’s all I was meant to do. Speak. I.

Well, this is the best I did with a mild heart attack. Geez, that scream. How do people write like that? If you are curious, this is the website: writeordie.com. Be warned, it was not fun at all.

May The Almighty GIP be with you, L.T:Htlls