Five-Hundred Word Challenge 266: This was Going to be a rant about Cycling, but I Changed my Mind

What is it with finding myself in dark rooms whilst I am at university?

It’s not really a thing.
In fact, it’s not a reoccurring thing at all.
With that being said, why is it a thing?

Yesterday I ran out of space to rant about cyclists, so right now I am going to rant about cyclists.

It’s not like I’ve ever ranted about cyclists before, so this will be the most original thing that I’ve ever done in writing, as we;ll as the most original thing that I’ve ever done in my life.



so the other day..,.

Actually, no. I will not rant about cyclists today. That is for another post some other time in the future.

When I think about it, this rant is part of a bigger story. A story that involves love, loss, dangerous adventuring and the journey from a child to an adult and all the suffering and learning that comes with that journey.

It is a story that features romance and perhaps a little bit of sex, success, failure, survival, and the feeling that perhaps the worst place that the person who would be the main character has worked would also be the place where they fit in the most and, due to no longer being there, cannot find somewhere else where they belong.

It is bittersweet and discusses the reality of loss and the nature of longing.

It is a story so grand in scope, that the only way it can be told is with a dramatic, yet serious tone. Two sides of the coin converging with each other and enough prose to choke a donkey.

It is a story that shall be told as soon as it is ready. No sooner and no later.

Perhaps it will revolutionise the way that things are written in the future. Perhaps it will not.

the fact  is that it will eventually be told. It will be read. It will be seen here for the world to feasts its eyes upon and there will be as much rejoicing as there will be tears of realisation.

The realisation shall be that perhaps we are not as invincible as we all think that we are, but that does not mean that we should not keep on going, for there will eventually be another dawn that we shall reach so long as we all keep on keeping on, so to speak.

the swashbuckling rogue moment shall be in the middle of the story in order to lighten the mood, for even through it will be the most serious thing ever, there is no seriousness without a little light, fun moments, as well as a little bit of humour.

In actuality it is  probably a really straightforward story that at some point will feature a moment involving cyclists.

It’ll be a slice of life and something that actually happened.

Pity that there will be no swashbuckling pirate scene, but sometimes that can be seen as a good thing.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:36:35


Well, this is certainly something.

Written at UNSW.


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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