Five-Hundred Word Challenge 360: Reaching for Rock Bottom

Once more, another attempt at writing that has not quite worked, so here is my third attempt for the evening and I really think it will be a stinker.

Tonight I have gone on the voyage of crap writing, so this has to be the worst. I may hit rock bottom, although not tonight, for there are other ways in which to do so.

I do know that I am sitting here, trying to find a way and that way will be closed off in every single way known to me, so I must indeed dig far deeper than I ever have.

Maybe I need to go and cross the valley of the known in order to enter the unknown and find myself swimming among a school of plants that nibble away at the thoughts that leave the doubts upon my very mind, for that is the only way to reach a conclusion of satisfactory delights.

Once that is done, will I truly be able to say that I have indeed hit rock bottom? I do not know, to be honest.

Perhaps I need to ride on the majestic wheelie bin of justice up hill whilst under the most feet of snow that can be known and induce some sort of cosmic bleeding upon the hearts of men in order to truly hit rock bottom. Perhaps that will be the way forward, but there is only one way down and that is up and slightly to the left.

Perhaps I need to stare Migaloo in the eye and tell the poor being that I will not tolerate this sport of tomfoolery any more. Perhaps I shall shake my fist and make sure that my pose is as strong as the dint of original life is shining into the darkness and beyond all that is within reach of someone with very little reach. Perhaps I need to make sure that the ball that turns upon the axis of the numbers rotating in their tormented shrieks of misuse is not doing the thing that which is not what it is to do.

Perhaps I need to find a way in order to bottom the rock and make sure that whilst it is rock bottom, there are no other rocks underneath the rocks at rock bottom so that I truly have reached the rock bottom stage of rock bottom.

Perhaps I need to find myself in a location that I can see and do the things that I need to do, such as write coherently.

Perhaps I need to stop going along this train of thought and find my way home once work finishes, so that I can get a good rest and wake up in the morning in order to tackle another day of work that is set ahead of me.

There’s probably a lot of thing that I need to do, and many ways in which they can be done.

Perhaps the wheelie bin idea needs more rocket boosters for acceleration.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:24:51

Eh.

I guess this was alright.

Written at work.

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I'm some guy that does stuff. Hoping to one day fill the internet with enough insane ramblings to impress a cannibal rat ship. I do more than I probably should. I have a page called MS Paint Masterpieces that you may be interested in checking out. I also co-run Culture Eater, an online zine for covering the arts among other things. We're on Patreon!
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