Ready, Set, Done
Today, write about anything — but you must write for exactly ten minutes, no more, no less.
I love these prompts. Because you can write absolute garbage and blame it on the time limit. I don’t think I can come up with anything remotely structured or meaningful in ten minutes, so I’m just gonna talk about how much I wish I don’t have to pee in the morning. Imagine being a meat lover on a diet, having not eaten anything greasy and chewy and good for over three weeks, and seeing an exquisite, juicy Big Mac in front of your face, inches from your drooling mouth. Just when you’re about to sink your teeth into those soft sexy buns, they suddenly vanish because your stupid fucking bladder needs a release. And you can’t ignore that feeling and return to the dream, because once you realize that your bladder is full peeing is all you can think about. No matter how much you try to convince yourself that you can hold in your stupid piss for just a few more minutes longer to fall back asleep and finish that goddamn burger, your need just grows stronger and before long you have to drag your ass out of your warm, comfortable blanket and sprint to the bloody toilet. And all for what? Twenty fucking seconds of temporary relief. Then you can drag your ass back to bad but no matter how hard you try to drift back in a slumber that fucking burger just won’t reappear.
That’s ten minutes.