This is an improvised writing exercise I wrote for myself, if you feel like doing it... Just select a title and write non-stop, without editing yourself, a first chapter of a story... If you feel like it, to give this exercise a twist, feel free to complete the story I wrote below!! And send me the results at tashygirl80@live.ca
THE NOTEBOOK
Failure.
Good-for-nothing loser.
A real waste of a human life.
Any way you could put it, this was how Cathy Baker saw herself. Not many twenty seven year-old girls considered themselves as useful to humanity as a handle on a spoon but Cathy was one of those precious few.
She’d tried suicide a few times, thought about it constantly. Prayed for a bus to run her over, or a psycho to slash her into pieces yet in vain.
She woke up and stared ahead, she’d quit her job the week before and stopped eating four days ago. Didn’t matter.
Nobody cared. She didn’t care anymore.
What day is it? She hadn’t gotten out of bed for three days now, not even to watch tv or shower or anything.
However, today she got out of bed and put on her dirty wife beater, her worn jeans and her Converse she’d had since she was a foetus and stepped outside of her apartment, she walked down to the fire escape door and made her way down the stairs and there it was.
An ordinary notebook. A coil ruled-sheet notebook just there by the exit door.
She picked it up and turned the page.
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