Writing
August 10, 2015 - 83 words
Malena’s dreams all came true at age 26 and she was never more miserable. Her dreams were terrifying, you see. She dreamed she was a writer and yep now she was a writer. But her subconscious never specified what kind of writer so now she spent 18 hours a day scrawling the letter A on every surface in reach. Beaches were especially bad, a pernicious sort of hell only accurately described by, what do you know, countless large A’s plowed into the sand.