The Scribblings of a Writer

I haven't made a post here in a very long time. There is a good reason for that, and I promise, it's not just me being lazy. (It's just me being lazy) And so, I found myself forced to find a competition and in that competition find my drive to write. Needless to say, it's a day before the deadline, and I have four hours in the day left to write about 3,000 words. And I'm sitting here writing this stupid intro for my blog post. I'm not winning this am I? Well, there you have it, and now I leave you to marvel at the amazing prowess of my writing with my jaw-dropping research into the matter in the past few months. I'm magnificent. DISCLAIMER : I wrote a slightly different piece to what I normally do for the purpose of this competition. It involves things that I would perhaps not be comfortable reading myself, and I would recommend that if you have the potential of being triggered by sexual trauma type things then you shouldn't go through this. __...

I'm writing this partially since my friend kept pestering me to show him what my writing is like - he refuses to read any of my older works - and partially because of my upcoming English exam so this should be good practice. In any case, I painstakingly filled this short story with over sixty different references for different groups of friends, so please, if you see a reference intended for you don't mention it in the facebook comments or anything. It's intended for you, and you alone. _______________________________________________________ I sat there, pensively staring at my hands ... Shivering. Not shivering out of fear as you night expect, or out of apprehension or any of the vast multitude of negative emotions that could have been the cause - but shivering out of a much simpler reason: the cold. An onlooker would be confused - he would see a boy shivering fervently with a phone in his hands, thumbs poised to furiously start tapping on the touch screen display...