reality always fucks with our dreams
Mornings I think shall be dedicated to my readers. I enjoy the idea of Ambien, the person, as well as, the drug can and will aid and abet in making my generation even more mechanical and oblique!
‘Hi! I really need some help and ideas for my creative writing assignment. We have to mimic the Canterbury Tales by Chaucer. We have to have 5 diverse characters (so far I have a brunette young woman who is a musician from NJ) and they are going on a pilgrimage to NYC. They have to be diverse based on gender, class, race, and occupation and where they are coming from. Then they have to each tell a story. I am having a lot of problems being creative with them. I really have no idea where to start. I would really appreciate any ideas. Thanks!’
Well, first off young man or woman, are you single? I am recently unhooked and have vowed off relationships but sex never qualified as an intricate part of any of my ‘relations.’
On that note, the character, the antagonist should be similar to someone I know and love in more ways than 1: Ambien Grace!
Brunette dyed to a horrible shade of blonde. Stringy and unkempt from the top of my head down, she should somehow be involved in the profession of taking above and beyond the call of duty, self-portraits.
Perhaps, she finds herself abandoned in NYC via getting lost taking a left off Auburn Street Concord NH. So now, our fiend/friend is at large and not in charge in the big apple. Feeding on cheesecake and Reuben’s tossed out in the garbage cans of upper scale restaurants.
Her plight? Every character needs a plight! Cutting down on huffing spray cans and avoiding texts from her Mother while promoting obesity in America through her photography.
The texts begging her to stay away, come hourly. Texts telling her what a botched job she did in NH and that maybe she should just give New York a try for a while.
Favorite antagonistic quote: “Experience a comb life gives you after you lose your hair.” by Judith Stern.
