Writing 101, Day 1: Unlock the mind

Unlock the mind you say. You ask for it. Don’t complain if you don’t like it. Yadda yadda in 20 minutes. Yes sir I can boogie. ♫Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, happy birthday dear me, Happy birthday to me♫ I feel like Mr Bean. He has no friends either. I buy my own gifts but at least I know what I get. Watched 24 Live another day yesterday. Gosh it’s good. I didn’t even know why Jack Bauer is a traitor. 5 minutes gone.

Then I forgot where it ended last time. It is 4 years ago so how would I have guessed. Jack Bauer I mean. Still with me? They think he tries to kill the president of United States but he just want to save your bloody ass. Don’t they get it, morons. Yesterday the new episode of Game of thrones was shown in the US. I haven’t watched it yet. The same with Halt and catch fire with Lee Pace. How soon I forget. Well it wasn’t on Finnish TV anyway. Internet is the one and only. Soon 10 minutes gone and I’m not even half way. Did I mention Lee Pace. Should I post this entry. I already did post today. It’s my birthday so what a hell. 10 minutes gone.

Tick tack, brain fell a sleep. That’s what you get when you listen to Duran Duran. Love them. That’s enough of that. Are you sleeping or why are you quiet? Oh bloody blog thing. It’s like talking to a wall. Like Twitter and Facebook. But boo, who cares. I was saying. Ok Lee Pace. Why is he in my head? All I need to know. Oh that was a Duran Duran song. The sun is shining. But I hate it when it’s everywhere. In your eyes especially. Who want to read this nonsense. Not so much to write in this 5 minutes. It’s over soon. Fun to read how much crap I wrote. Five more.

Minutes I mean. I forgot what I was talking about. Some people are morons. Like that one idiot putting the light on in the stairs when the sun is shining. Then those idiot parking their cars on the payment. Back to driving school you jackass. There’s a jackass born every minute and a lot of those live in Finland. Finnish idiots. Idiots of the world. Everyone shut up. Especially the idiots downstairs. You call that singing. Ok that Lee Pace went away and the 20 minutes is up. Nice to know you. I’m fading in the shadows in. Like now.

 

Weekly Writing Challenge: Flash fiction

I’ve never written flash fiction before. But there’s always the first time. Remember, nothing of this has happened. At least not about the postcard. That’s all made up.


Postcard from Duran Duran

It’s year 2011. I’ve just got a concert ticket to see my favourite band Duran Duran. I’ve never been into big crowds so I’ve never been to a real concert before. But now I’ve decided to go. It’s not everyday your band is coming to your country.

It’s about 2 months to the concert but then something happens. The singer has a throat infection and a few concerts need to be cancelled. What will happen to the concert in my country? It doesn’t look good. The bands Facebook page is keeping the fans updated. More concerts are being cancelled. It really doesn’t look good. If the whole tour is in danger then my first ever concert won’t happen. There is some hope but the lead vocalist’s doctor has said he still need to rest his voice. A singer’s worst nightmare is loosing his/her voice for good. The fans really don’t want that to happen. Me included. If the tour will be cancelled, there’s nothing to be done. There’s still hope. The concert organisers in my country has said people should hold on to their tickets.

A few weeks later the news that the tour in cancelled has become reality. I feel disappointed but it’s for the better. Who knows, maybe one day the band will come here on their new tour. I continued with my life like usual.

A month later something drops in my mail box. There’s an envelope with a stamp with Queen Elisabeth on it. I don’t know anyone from the UK so it must be something important. I open the envelope and in it there’s a postcard with a picture of the band. I have to sit down to read it. A wide smile appear on my face and my eyes light up.

It’s a postcard from none other than Duran Duran. They apologise to me personally and promise to make it up for the fans somehow. I know it’s probably from the HQ but still. The autographs from all the members are real because they’re written with a pen. There’s also a PS. in the end of the postcard. They would send me a surprise later. Even getting a postcard from the band was absolutely amazing. I was forever grateful.