Short Story. . . (standard:humor, 1200 words)
Author: Charles Reap, Jr.	Added: May 16 2006	Views/Reads: 3446/2170	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Humorish gibberish.

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movie out of this drivel? I'll not bank on that. Having nothing more to 
say at this point, I'll walk away and go get myself a soda. * * * Well, 
now,, that was tasty and invigorating. Stimulating my thought 
processes? Got to concentrate on my composing. Don't want to make a 
judicial literary error these days. Might be sued by the writer police. 
Anyway, I guess I have to pursue some thoughtful ideas while sitting 
here at this shining-darkly-through-whatever keyboard. Frankly, the 
keys appear to me to look just like they did thirty minutes ago. Just 
sitting there quietly . . . non-responsive. In addition, they're still 
not reacting without the pressure of my ever-loving fingertips. It is 
beginning to appear that I am going to need to put some intense thought 
into this dynamic treatise. Somehow, I feel, (or hope) there must be an 
analytical listing of English words that will gradually evolve from my 
feeble mind. Suddenly, as I push on these keys and write these words, 
my brain smacks me—hard. I have insulted it. Now, that's not a nice 
thing, I feel. After all, there are plenty of humans around the globe 
that will readily insult me—for whatever reason. Why should I put 
myself down? “Okay, enough dilly-dallying,” says my thought processing 
center. Where is that located? Somewhere within my cranium, presumably. 
It continues, “Now get to work and type out something sensible.” 
Ugh-oh. Nothing realistic comes out. Maybe a another soda will stir 
things up. * * * Hmm. That didn't seem to help. Oh, now I think I have 
it. I know! I have reached a resolute conclusion. Since I've given 
uncounted numbers of minutes to this project, with nothing of any 
significance whatsoever evolving, I'll quit trying. To heck with it! 


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