Once upon a time, in a land far from where I am currently situated, writing this story in order to give you a story to read at this hour of the day as I have not written a bit of fiction in a little while (well, nothing that is worth reading at any rate), but am now going to attempt to write as I feel that I should try and get something at least halfway toward decent out there in order to have people nod in approval at the majesty and grace of the writing, thus leading to some sort of flowing entertainment for people to enjoy, therefore leading to my having completed the task that I set out to complete, which is write something that leads to an enjoyable, quality piece of fiction that people can enjoy and find having good quality in the way that it is written, its structure, its flow, its grace, its plot twists that are as unexpected as they are revolutionary which is all that one can ask for in this day and age as there are far too many bits of text out there that do not have these things (believe me, I know as I’ve written quite a few) and we really need many more out there, for the choices are limited, yet the possibilities are as endless as they are overwhelming, just like the ocean which is an endless body of water with a few islands sitting in it, growing and shrinking as the ocean rises and falls over many years, leading to the landscape shifting and creating new and different interactions between many kinds of organisms throughout history that is yet to happen as well as the future that has occurred and is now far past the present, which is the time in which we all exist at any given moment, for there is no way to exist in the future as all that happens is that it then becomes your present, which may not be the same as someone else’s present, assuming that you have moved forward in time at a faster rate than someone else, which would mean that two people would exist at two different points of “present”, which to some may mean that someone would be alive in the future rather than the present, whereas for others it could mean that some exist in the past rather than the present, but that is something that I’m not going to get into right now as I need to focus on writing this piece of fiction that I hope everyone will enjoy, but if not then, well at least some people will enjoy whereas others will read it and think to themselves “well, this wasn’t of the quality that I was expecting, and therefore I’m going to stop reading this now”, so hopefully I nail it and lead to this being enjoyed by many, so in order to start, I’ll start with the words “Once upon a time…”
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:04:51
Not too bad. I was thinking a fair bit when I was writing this, which was probably a detriment.
Not sure if this is fiction or life.
Written at work.