Today’s writing prompt is the first sentence of this piece. Enjoy!
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I’m either going out for ice cream, or to commit a heinous crime. I’ll decide in the car.
Because what do I got to lose? I probably won’t make this month’s rent. The fuckin’ company threw me out, just like that. No severance package, no notice period, nothing.
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Writing truly is magical. It’s the closest thing to clairvoyance that humans will ever get to. Like how else would you describe me sharing my thoughts with you without uttering a single word?
I could take you to the scorching streets of Pune, to the biting cold of Mount Furano, all within the boundaries of a sentence.
I used to have an alcoholic friend,
And I used to bring her beers,
out of the simple fear,
that she’d drive out,
and never
return.
Your Friendly Malaysian Writer 