Ninth Task

 Interesting stories only can be told throughout nonsense thoughts

“The art of writing is the art of  discovering what you believe." Gustave Flaubert

This week we got the chance of creating stories by passing our notebooks around. Howbeit nothing at the end had not sense, we ended up laughing at loud because of that “exquisite corpses”.

In order to improve our writing skill, Professor Jean Paul wanted us to create, at first, a single question using two “at-board-written-adjectives” and two nouns as well. Then we had to spin our notebooks around to let everybody write down a “viable” answer on it; each one with cohesion and coherence. Finally, we received our notebook with many thoughts, incomplete ideas, nonsense outlooks that replied everyone's question; nevertheless, we fixed, after all, those fragments to create a well-structured text and next share it by a poster (this last part was done in groups).

So, this is my product and I hope you like it:                                   

Where the dreadful snake is going to be whether the dog's tree is by the way or the hammer gets away?

Maybe it passed by the dog's tree... but, wait, hold on a second. What if the dog got lost while it was on path toward its tree? If I'm right, the dreadful snake could not see it or, from another viewpoint, the hammer never got away but It did act as an obstacle and did hide the dog's tree - at least the tree - from the dreadful snake's sight; or being just an ordinary obstacle for snake's get away due to hammer's endeavor was just murder the dreadful snake; therefore the hammer acted as a barrier for the dreadful snake's way. Why would something act like that? Well, I guess - I have seen it already - the hammers are usually possessed by demons from Purpleland and they, the demons, always kill whatsoever into the woods. Thereby I just don't want to know anything to do with that... and also because I have not could find the dreadful snake. Why? Uhm, it will bring me down if I explain it. Alright. Now I am so sad. Everything is because I am ugly - yes, I know -, but I strongly know that even ugly people as me can find someone pretty alike to live with. Wait! I remembered something meanwhile... oh, damn it, I will cry! That fucking hammer cheated on me. It used to think that everything inside of me supposed to be beauty and, as you know, it is truly better being ugly but honest... Oh, you'll never gonna realize how many nights I have spent alone because of that hammer. I still remember how everything was and how it, the hammer, nailed my heart. What a shame! It was simply horrible... For instance, just being asked uncountable times "What is a noun?" Oh, my lord!

Well, I end up - as usual - do not wanting to remind everything of as I do it forevermore...The dreadful snake can go fuck! I bit the dust, buddy. I hate it as well as that fucking hammer. I don't know what I did ask for. All that shit can go to the hell... fucking question.

Thanks for reading!

“Science fiction is any idea that occurs in the head and doesn't exist yet, but soon will, and will change everything for everybody, and nothing will ever be the same again. As soon as you have an idea that changes some small part of the world you are writing science fiction. It is always the art of the possible, never the impossible”. Ray Bradbury