Five-Hundred Word Challenge 67: A Guitar String Broke

Last night I tried to write some sort of “surreal” piece of fiction, but unfortunately I was a little too tired to be able to do it easily and gave up, choosing to go to bed instead as that seemed like a better idea.

Today I was playing guitar, when one of my strings broke. It unraveled near the bauble, which, all things considered, I’m quite thankful for (I’ve had a string snap and almost cut my face as it decided to launch instead of just breaking).

Still, this is somewhat saddening for me as it means that my Maton is now one string down and I will have to head out to buy more strings tomorrow if I want to keep on playing.

Until then, I am faced with the prospect of playing my seven-string.
I do like the seven-string a lot, but I have a greater preference for how the Maton sounds (it is a beautiful sounding guitar).

Maybe I can try playing it for a while with one less string, but then again, I may just fall into a pocket dimension I did not know existed, that will inevitably lead to ending up in a location in said pocket dimension where music has been outlawed as I consume the sky in a malicious effort to free myself from the shackles of the founding bastards that outlawed music for no good reason, as being shit at playing an instrument is never a sufficient reason to stop people from playing music.

Being shit at playing instruments, I would not find myself at ease of their decision, as they do not represent my views and would leave me looking bad.

I can do that myself, dammit!

Maybe I would be able to ride a rat named cat out into space instead as it will certainly give me a better perspective of how the world looks in this pocket dimension that I may or may not slip into.

Once that is done, so long as I remember to face west whilst not looking into myself and instead choosing to not disintegrate over voting “yes” for more office supplies that are inevitably going to be used to create some sort of merciless office prank, I may be able to instead find the light switch that would illuminate the way to that cheese discount I have been seeking for such a long time but been unable to find as there are no coupons that offer it for the cheeses that I want to consume.

Maybe it’s just a matter of checking out the stack of papers that represent my indulgences that I have taken up in my rebellious refusal to do the dance that makes everyone I know dance alongside me.

Then, if the helmet that I would be wearing does its job, I will be able to finally say “there is no such thing as a plan that cannot be licked”.

Wait… what?

Maybe I should just buy the guitar strings instead.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 8:49:16
Almost a whole four minutes less than the last one.


I’m somewhat surprised that I was able to reach five-hundred words as easily as I did, but then again, I did get a bit silly (it certainly isn’t surreal), which is most likely the reason as to why I had little difficulty.

This was written at my desk at home.


About stupidityhole

I'm some guy that does stuff. The standards. Creating amazing effigies, scaling mountains using my feet only and replacing the very fabric of reality. Serious time! I enjoy writing. I make music in some of my spare time. Currently working somewhat full time and studying as well. Also working on self-improvement. Hoping to one day fill the internet with enough insane ramblings to impress a cannibal rat ship. I have a page called MS Paint Masterpieces that you may be interested in checking out.
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