Write as much as you possibly can in 20 minutes.

[Gamma Male]

This is a simple exercise. Just sit down and start writing for 20 minutes straight. No breaks, and no editing. Once the 20 minutes is up, that's it. It doesn't matter what you write about. Sounds fun right? Good. I'll do it first.





And remember, NO FUCKING CHEATING!





John pulled the knife, still glistening with blood, out out of the body. What had he done? He needed to get out oh here. He couldn't think straight. He was gathering up the money in a rush, when all of a sudden he heard a knock at the door. "Matt? It's Juan. I'm here for the money." Shit! John pulled the backpack full of money over his shoulder and ran toward the fire escape. He was 20 stories above ground level. Even if he went down the escape, Juan would just follow and catch up with him. Sigh. He didn't like doing this, but he had no choice. He took off all of his clothes and held the backpack in his hands. Then the transformation begin. He could feel it coming on. The blood pumping through his fangs. His heart rate increasing. The smooth, dark red wings shooting through the skin of he back. His puny human mouth growing, his jaw getting stronge, his teeth getting sharper. He was a werecon. Part human, part dragon, part werewolf. Just as Juan broke down the door and came running in, John jumped through the window over the fire escape. Juan saw this and pulled out his gun and started firing, but to no avail. John qwas already hundreds of feet away. Besides, tiny little steel bullets were no match for his tough werecon exterior anyway. Juan, just now noticing the blood and the body of his second in command lying limp on the floor, was fuming with rage. He hastily took out his phone and dialed his bosses number.
"Hugo? We've got a problem John killed Matt, took the money, then escaped."
"WHAT? I thought you said Matt could handle him!"
"Well apparently I was wrong. I'm at Matt's apartment overlooking Central Park. Look, we ca-"
Just then police sirens appeared in the background.
"Fuck! Look, I've gotta go man! The cops are almost here. I'll come to the lair as soon as I get out of here."
"What about John? You just gonna let him escape?"
"He's already gone. We'll deal with him later!" Look, I've really got to go."
"Fine. Hurry back to the lair."
Juan hung up the phone. Just then, he heard the elevator chime and footsteps running toward the apartment. He looked out the window. He couldn't fly like John, but that didn't mean he couldn't escape.

Time.




Holy shit, that was actually not bad. Maybe I'll even post it on Wattpad. What'd ya think? Juans gonna be a lizard person who can climb onn walls. Maybe I'll throw in a hot gay sex scene between John and a Werecat.

Anyways, you people can do your own 20 stories now if you like. Or just comment on mine. I think I might even make this into a serious story.

[PinkFloyd]

Fasten your seat belts and put that shit in override because I'm about to type a whole bunch of random shit that makes a fuck ton of sense to me but maybe not to you. I'm not really sure. There will be typos but you can't bitch about it because OP said no editing. I plan to follow that rule. Right now, it's 9:45 PM. I'm gonna be done writing or typing. fuck it. wacking off. no. That's also wrong. Let's just go with typing. What do you think? My brain is a big clusterfuck and you're about to be exposed to it. My brain that is, not my second brain located in my pants. errr sorry for that. ANyways, let's get started because now it's 9:46. Sometimes I don't really know what my life is about. My friends are changing so my life is changing. My friend Chris has a new girlfriend who is his first. She's actually wonderful to say the least. I'm not into her like that. I literally mean that she's wonderful. You can open up to her and she'll listen. She cares about me and my friends just as much as she does Chris. Only difference is that she and Chris have sex like a lot. I obvioulsy don't with er because well, that would ruin a lot of friendships to be honest. SUBJECT CHANGE. I wonder why Marijuana is called marijuana... like is it Spanish orrr what? I'll just settle on that it's spanish? That sound good? good. Man, it's silent. I should open up a tab and play some fuckin music? I can't decide on a band though. Maybe Def Leppard. Maybe Pink Floyd. Maybe Def Floyd. DEF FLOYD. That's short for definitely floyd soooo floyd it is. Aww yea. Shine on You crazy Diamond is my shit. I'd totes magotes drive a hundred in an 88 Camaro to this song. I don't care if I get pulled over. it'd totally be worth it. You have NO idea. I can't decide what to type about next... WHat shoud I type about? Oh I got an idea. I'll talk about Mountain Dew. My favorite type of Mountain Dew is the original but the original gets old so I gotta switch it up and get the orange or red sometimes. That reminds me, Red, which is called Code Red is my favorite alternate flavor. My mom didn't used to let me drink it because she thought it was spiked with caffeine when it's really not. it's got 54 mg of caffeine just like all the others. Remember when my name was "rob5454?" The significance of 5454 is because I used to and still do sometimes but not as often drink 2 Mountain Dews. Both have 54 mg of caffeine. 2 cans with 54 mg make it 5454. That's right, my unhealthy love for Mountain Dew made me have that name for so long. Before then it was "imasecret." I douby most of you remember me with that name though. That name doesn't fit me as much as it used to. I used to be a lot more secretive back when I was 14 and first joined this wonderful site that is Virtual Teen. Now I'm a lot more open so "imasecret" doesn't work as well. Man, I love PInk Floyd so goddamn much like I REALLY love it. i hope to some day Meet David Gilmour. Nick Mason has a (oh yeah, vocals just started!) huge car collection which is fuckin saweet. I kinda wanna play some Xbox but I know I'll get bored. Okay, onto a new subject... I really like my new car which is a Mazda3. The on;y thing I DON'T like about it is the lack of power. It has 160 horsepower. My Grand Prix had like 290-300. The tires smoked whenever I floored it from a dead stop. This Mazda doesn't do that. It just accelerates 0-60 at a sluggish 7.9 seconds. You know what my Grand Prix did 0-60? It did 5.8 seconds. That is just over 2 seconds faster. The Mazda is a lot newer though. It has all kinds of new tech stuff that the Grand Prix had. Okay, looks like my time is up. it's been 20 minutes.

:bigsmile:

[CharlieHorse]

I don't have enough attention span to do this.

[Melodic]

So I'm not sure what to write about hmm.

There was a girl named Madison, she joined VT. She's currently wasting 20 minutes of her life to type random stuff. She is still up at midnight when she has to do school work plus food shopping tomorrow. I'm also going to the thrift store, cause I'm all Macklemore and stuff. Except I sing like Christina Aguilera. Speaking of music, did I tell you a story? Well obviously not I just started this thread. Anyways, so I turned off my music earilier, and then five minutes later Pandora suddenly appeared with Rihanna's "Don't Stop The Music". I feel like Rihanna is stalking me or something.. Maybe she knows I sound like Christina Aguilera.. My mom is currently watching TV. If you wanted to know that. I tried watching American Horror Story, is it creepy as in the beginning? I also liked a bunch of Facebook pages, my mom asked me why I liked a page called "Dark Disney".. I think I may have liked a few pages worse than that today.. Today is my old friends birthday.. I'm so tired uuugggh. Anyways, I have 14 minutes left, just to let you know. MOM TURN DOWN NETFLLLIIIXXXXX AND MAKE ME A BURGER!.. Did I just tell my mom to make me a sandwich? Oh god, I just told my mom to make me a sandwich. I just erased some text. Oh my mom turned off netflix, and I think she texted me even though we live in like a 2 foot trailer. Hold on a sec, wasting some minutes. Oh she just called me anyways because I didn't answer long enough. Oh well. I killed a man once. Not really, just finding that my life isnt entertaining enough to write stuff for 20 minutes. I think I may be in love with Ian Somerhalder. And my boyfriend. But you know.. Ian Somerhalder.. good competition.. Hahahahahahahah I only have 9 minutes left. Can I read Tumblr? Gahh this is getting so boring. GGGGAAAAAAHHHHHHH! Is gah a word? Is GR a word? What's the meaning of life if Gah or Gr isn't a word? Do I have a good life? Damn, this is getting deep. ROOOOLLLLLIIINNNNNGGGGGG INNNNN TTHEEEE DEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP! I love that song! Mom is still watching Netflix, but I smell some burgers. Yum burgers! With Chips and French Onion Dip. I should be enjoying my burgers! I should be enjoying life! I'm gonna enjoy my life tomorrow! Then I'll see my laptop and say.. hmm rather not. (Meme insert here) Oh good I have 4 minutes left. I want some Baja Blast. My mom's friend and 12 year old son stole mine because Michigan decided not to snow the last few days. I only had like six of those things and I want moooorrrreeeee! You know how fast I'm typing it sounds like I'm an obsessive or angry girlfriend. Gahhh I clicked enter.. 3 more minutes left and I clicked enter. I'm depressed. I finished Gossip Girl on Netflix and the ending sucked for watching annoying rich kids ruin other annoying rich kids. If I had that kind of money, I'd go to a One Direction concert not ruin people's lifes. You know, this wouldn't have been my choice of wasting 20 minutes since it's midnight and my mouth doesn't shut up at this time. Blah, Blah, Blah. -Kesha. So #Selfie totally annoys me. I take so many selfies and I seriously hope no one really acts THAT obnoxious. 18 17 13 10 9 8 7 6 5
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Edit: I believe I broke the rules on this a couple times. Sorry for failing.

[Vocabulous]

Here we fucking go:

Alright bitches lets listen up because Im about to make a whole bunch of excuses. First off, I am righting this on an iPad and it is autocorrecting and I mam not going back to fix it. Second, 20 fucking minutes is not enough to write what needs to be written. I am going to put and entire flicking novel down in here, and I cannot do it in the time allotted. Like what the fuck I need a whole hour for this shit. Anyway, I'm gunna teach you a thing about myself. I am listening to music right now an it's a good rucking song ok? Is called "the truth" by the handsome boy modeling school. Seriously good jam. Anyway, today is Monday and Mondays suck. I didn't do anything today, except have a bass lesson and let me tell you something: YYZ by rush is some piece of shit. Teddy lee should be fucking shot for how good he is. Ps song just changed to "crying lightning" by the arctic monkeys. I personally view the arctic monkeys as one of my favorite bands because I love their type of music and their lyrics are rather clever most of the time (shoutout to "love is a laser quest" hold on guys I've a text. Anyway, I use the word anyway much to frequently. I should really cut back. Nit gunna happen. wtf autocorrect what is "nit" should be "not" like damn. Tomorrow I have my Krav Maga class so I have that to look forward too. I am actually doing a presentation on Krav for my school, so that should be fun. But I digress from my digression. New song: " freedom at 21" by jack white. Had to pause just then to crack my knuckles, but I am back. Is there is one thing I am obsessed with, it is cracking my joints. Damn if that isn't the best sound on the face of the earth then you are literally worse than Stalin. Sorry if it seems like I am over reacting to your lack of appreciation for joint cracking, it's just that I am under some pressure to write a shit ton before I run out of time. New song: panic station by muse. Good song good band. Fabulous bassist. Side note you guys should click the link in my sig if you like my music choices since u have a song of the day theatre set up there. It actually hasn't been updated in a while I'll have to add to it tonight ps fuck punctuation at this point I don't even care the other day (Sunday) I had to work I work at a restaurant (restaurant is hard to spell fast FYI) and it was very busy. Another thing that is happening is that this "cold water challenge" is going. Around . Basically what you have to do is jump in the lake (note in live in Minnesota) then nominate other people to do it. For every person who jumps in that you nominated you have to donate some money to cancer research. New song: girl by beck. Also there was apperently a car fire in my schools parking lot today. I never heard about it, but my mom works at my school and she told me about it. I feel like that would have been a big deal, but no. Whatever. I am running out of things to say, so I'll just say what I am thinking. I have less than to mins. Left. Had to go back and change that 'then' to a 'than' thanks autocorrect you price of shit. I got a text but I g
Can't check it. Last song I think "the hop" by radio citizen. Very good song in my opinion. Is it s

That's all I got. Thank you and goodnight

[andybn]

Okay so I guess I'll try writing this thing for twenty minutes. I am starting with no idea what to say but hopefully I'll think of something quick. This idea seems pretty cool I think. So anyway, I probably should be going to bed soon, but I'm doing this instead. Who needs sleep? Hey that's a song.... Can we do this more than once do you think? Like another day? I like it. So what's everybody doing on this fine evening? Listening to the storm? Or watching it? Or are you like 'what storm? There's no storm.' Oh well. I'm realizing that a lot of these sentences are very short. Well except that last one. I'm not very good at making elaborate sentences. Or is that one? I don't know. Never will probably. So, tomorrow I get to stay at school for like nine hours then like eleven hours the rest of the week. Oh joy. Can't wait. :( man I can't even tell if this is easier of harder than I thought it would be. The time seems to be going fast, but also kind of slow. So medium? Wait wouldn't that make it just normal time? I just heard a super loud beep from downstairs. It might be for a storm warning. Before there was a tornado warning. That was.... Bad? Hey have you guys been on other forums? Also I don't exactly know why I keep asking questions, because I highly doubt anyone will answer but I just keep doing it without meaning to. Times almost up, this kind of reminds me of last year in English when we had to write at the beginning of every class. Sometimes there was a topic but a lot of times, especially towards the end of the year, there was just free write and you had to write just anything in our twisted little minds. I don't know which I liked better, but I do miss all of that writing. Bummer. So I hope that these writings that people do will help me get to know them better. Well you know, not to sound creepy or anything. But I would like to know people here better. Bye I'm done now.

[Alexwellace]

I am writing this at half past 12, will my night never end?
Just trawling through the facebook profiles of people i call friends
My lovely nephew, a beautiful boy, lies in his cot next door
His whiles and charms go less and less as his crying vibrates the floor.

So here i am, and here i'll be,
won't get to sleep till half past three,
reading bed time stories, some ''foe, thumb, fee''
isn't this great, just you and me?

Well, just you, me and the interweb,
procrastination abound,
catching up with the latest celeb,
''Hey, check out this Vid i found!''

I'll wake up in the morning, groaning and weary,
leave the house unwashed, uncouth and still hairy,
but don't feel bad, and sleepiness fades ,
and I rather enjoy my nocturnal escapades!

[Cygnus]

Wrong time to write, but I'll take the challenge

So it starts

You know I've been thinking a whole lot about love, I shouldn't be, I never gave love too much of a priority, but apparently now I am, whelp this isn't all that soothing and nice, I thought love was supposed to be soothing and nice. Is this what having feelings feels like? Because if it is then it fucking sucks balls, I can't make it all manageable anymore, or at least not with the simplicity I used to have before. I cannot justify any of my thoughts, I heard that you love because you love, no other reasoning is needed, and so far I find that agreeable. But it still fucking sucks, it fucking sucks how I cannot express myself fully, and I shouldn't, in fact if I did care about what I wrote then I would not be writing this, but oh well, yolo as the pop culture likes to say. I've had inexplicable amounts of anger, I've taken it out irrationally at times, I don't want to talk about my anger either because I know I don't wanna explain it. With that said it does give me tons to write about, the poet likes grief because he can translate it into magical words like no one else can. I miss my ex, it can't happen with this other person, and I'm not comfortable dating the girl which was, to everyone who knew me, the most viable option, and I gave it a try, whatever. Luna, I wish you weren't in Bogotá right now, but here, with me. You could turn me into an extrovert, all those thoughts I kept to myself you could make me express them like never before. You are different from all the people I know around here where I now live and where you used to live, a shame I'll only be able to see you once a year, but at least I'll get to see you this summer, and I'm sure it will be a blast, maybe you can bring a friend or two and I'll bring a friend or two and we'll go to rumba at the center of the city, why not? But it's still unpleasing that I cannot get to see you as often as I'd like, you have no idea. I take a look at the timer, half of the time remaining, jesus christ I dumped a lot of thoughts into this post in ten minutes, I've impressed myself. Anyways, I cannot afford to sink in self pity meanwhile I write, that's for later, that's for drinking time.

Now I start with my more sarcastic writing, which is conveniently in a separate paragraph, because yes. I mean I can't not write with at least some sarcasm and enjoyment. One thing that was a blast was the other day when I was playing Dota 2 with two friends, it was quite amusing, since we like to spam in real life the comment "like your mother!" at whatever any of us says, and we follow it up with a high five with someone else, curiously enough when you have microphones and aren't physically there with someone else the high fiving can be awkward and hilarious. We'd say "like your mother!" and then high five ourselves and hope someone else high fived themselves. That was actually the most amusing part of the call since one of the dudes was absolute shit at the game. I mean it. I mean I sucked balls as well when I started playing, and I've come pretty close to his kills/deaths/assists ratio, but I wasn't that bad compared to him when starting out, plus he is so inflexible when it comes to learning, it will take him long to learn I'm afraid. That's the harsh part about the game, you'll get bashed till you cry if you are a n00b, genuinely awful people also play the game, so yeah, not necessarily a good thing for him, and I, assuming leadership, try to teach him, but by god he just won't learn the way you are supposed to learn because of his inflexibility. And I'm telling him to play with random heroes but noooo he has to play this one hero that he thinks looks cool despite the fact that the hero is one of the worst ones you could pick if you are a newbie. Oh well, I know I'll lose the games I play with him but I'll win most of my other games so a balance of forces is present, in the most part. And as of myself, playing with him hasn't decreased my skill despite him completely screwing up our games. I just looked at the timer, almost a single minute left. Not much to write about now since I wrote about what I had to write, so I'll be the better man and cease writing a minute before it actually ends.

Time.

And to sign this.
-David

[Typhlosion]

So,

Once upon a time there was a boy name Juan and a girl named Juanita. Everyday they went to the beach and drank sundaes. One day, however, Juanita asked Juan if the sundaes were getting boring. Juan said: "Of course not! Because in this idealized scenario, characters usually do not question the validity of their own existence!"

Unfortunately, as you may have seen reader, I and Juan have broken the fourth wall.

Juan screamed to Juanita as he saw his reality being destroyed. Around Juan the world was normal, but right in the sunset he saw it. Dolphins and whales being sucked into some fragmentation of their reality. He saw the smoothie dissolving in his hands, and Juanita, a man.

Since Juanita is now a man, we will call him (ex-her) Two, because Juan has already been take.

Juan looked and Two and said "Tree! There's a tree coming at us!". Evadng the tree, the couple looked back to see that the destruction was only nearing. It must have been less than a mile away from them, yet it's abnormal properties was distorting the physics of Juan and Two's reality. Finally, Juan and Two got sucked in.

eek confused

So... Apparently, in our reality, Juan and Two are blue emoticons.

confused What? Where am I? Where is... I? Where's my body???

sad It seems that our existence has been reduced to text.

Personally, the writer hates the trope where one character ALWAYS KNOWS WHAT'S HAPPENING. Jesus writers could be more inventive than "It must be this" or "I've heard of that" even if never mentioned before in the story. Writer's note: I have no clue what to do with the story.

Then, the writer entered the same dimension. He might have been drunk.

metal METAAAAAL. JESUS MAN METAL IS THE SHIZZZ MAN.

No, he was less drunk. Remember kids, don't do drugs.

metal But beer isn't a drug. Nor tequila man!

Less drunk. Please, this is a kid's story.

metal But metal is no kids game, man.

But you gotta admit, music about dragons is a bit silly. And you do listen to it.

metal I'll break the fourth wall and say this is just an criticism on the introspection of the writer through a story.

Hm. You got me.

metal Better find the blueberries!

Oh yes, back to the story.

confused sad Where are we?

metal You are in the land of VT, where everyone asks if masturbation is normal and asks people's dick sizes.

eek eek No! Oh Jesus, what have we done?

sad It was probably the smoothies. Or some 11th commandment on not breaking the fourth wall)

eek eek Why aren't we burning?

confused confused This isn't hell, is it? Were we wrong? Was it some pagan religion

metal Hell yeah Odinn was damn right yo shoulda listened to metal bros!

confused sad You're drunk.

I need some story development. Let's rewind.

eek eek No, Odinn! What have we done!

metal You have entered a land of great friendship, community, and dick questions.

yummy I hope you have fun here. Now, who are you?

confused I'm Juan!

wink I'm Juani... no, I'm two now. Am I catering to a writer's genderbending fantasy?

Shut up. I'll make you Juanita again. You're red now.

wub Yay I love my previous sel...

mad I'm still an emoticon!

sad Turn her back into a story-character, please!

But, you still are. Nobody said, in the start, if you were even human. Boys and girls can be of any species.

Hmm... You are turkeys.

mad sad Bwak bwak bawk!

Just kidding.

metal This needs a plot!

Shut up character of me highly-critical of mysel... nevermind.

Plot: they kissed and the end.

metal Banned for spoilers!!!

sad whoops I'm not sure at all what's happening here.

Well, you are the fruit of some unimaginitive mind.

And thats what I was able to do. I really liked how I couldn't think of any good direction for the story in a whole 20 minutes.

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[Hudor]

Well I wrote it in nearly twenty minutes in a fit of nostalgia last Teacher's Day

An Ode to Teachers
What are you to me?
A guiding light swathed in fog,
A precipice afore the treacherous bog,
A fire sans spite and scorch-
The self-consuming perpetual torch,
Etched in silver and gilded bold,
Nor name nor face but a purpose weighing gold.

What are you to me?
A pillar standing firm in quicksand,
Alike on the head and shoulder, a guiding hand.
An island amidst the stormy ocean,
A leafy shelter under the sweltering sun.

What are you to me?
Are you a memory to last or fade?
Some love, some respect, some mock and some evade,
Oh what are you not to me?
I know not
For words or thanks cannot express the glee,
With which I bow to thee.

[The Trendy Wolf]

Here goes nothing:

I can't concentrate, it's too stressful! I gotta stop. I'm gonna hurt myself doing this. Think... Think... COME ON! I just gotta let it go. Let my thoughts flow. There we go. And so it grows into something that glows and is tied with a bow. Just like a freshly wrapped gift. What's inside, might you ask? A puppy. A friendly puppy, indeed. He loves to lick people's faces. His little wet nose will tickle your fingers. but what you don't knwo about this dog is that he is very, very special. He soars as night falls, and as everyone prepares for slumber, he takes to the streets to protect the city.

He hears and knows everything you say. He has the greatest intellect of anything on Earth. He is the strongest, the fastest, and the most courageous of all. What's his name? He doesn't have one. He has no need for it, as he has no home. He was abandoned when he was no longer appreciated by those who received him that Christmas morn. Left to die in the cold rain and empty streets, he had not yet realized his true potential. He certainly had thoughts of superior nature, but who was he to know that he had such a powerful mind and body with nobody to compare it to?

In secret, he learned the ways of humanity, their routines, their patterns, their features, and, of course, their language. he could clearly see that crime was a common event in such a violent city, and he believed that he could do something about it. He hid in the alleyways, waiting and watching in the shadows for the daring criminals to make their move. And then, he would pounce.

His appearance was certainly deceiving to any human, and he used this to his advantage. He did not seek recognition for his deeds, as he simply wanted a better world that everyone could enjoy and live and prosper together in. But could he achieve such an ambitious task? No. He needed help. But our hero did not feel the need to get help, for his talents would certainly be misunderstood. However, as he was apprehending yet another cat burglar (hehe) he took a devastating fall that devastated his body.

There he lies. Weak, limp, and wimpering, all while the rain pours down on his scruffy fur. His eyelids become heavy. A streetlamp shed light on this poor hero's corpse. He sees a light and a deafening siren.

He awakens in a kennel, his body aching, but he was alive. A slip of paper slapped up on the brick outside of his cage read: "Stray puppy looking for a loving, nurturing family". It isn't long before he is adopted. Finally, a family that he could be a part of. A family he could love. Play with. Be happy with. But the best part: He now had a family that he could be himself, a normal, playful dog.

Time.
*Phew*
That was fun.
It didn't go where I thought it would, but it did anyways. *shrugs* It is what it is, and I love what it turned out to be, too. :D
I might even do this again sometime...

[mai-rin]

It was not until I had fully regained consciousness that realised I was in a cemetery, I had no recollection of how I got there or more importantly who I was .I peered down at my pale decrepit body and quickly sat bolt upright as I saw Jane doe carved into the crumbling ,over grown headstone of plot 666 .All I could feel was the burning of vengeance bubbling within my soul ,carving it's memory into every inch of me. Everything ached with loneliness ,my hands, feet heart and soul ,everything to the tips of my hair. There was a growing surge of energy ripping through out of me and it was ever consuming ,yet not a single beat or flutter of my heart was present to remind me of my existence . Then it dawned on me, I had been resurrected for a far darker purpose than simply a miracle. I am not dead ,and I am not alive ,I am undead ravenous and completely wanting .The dead and alive should no co-exist on this earth and especially not in a singular being,yet here I am.I had questions that needed answering and I was determined to get them ,no matter what force that I would possibly need to use.

I looked around me and it began to sink in I was alone,totally alone .As for my direction I followed the calling of my dark passenger ,and the smell of decaying flesh as my dark side has never led me wrong yet. Before I knew it I was pacing to the nearest city north of the cemetery .Stepping over mountains of corpses piled on the ground ,I made my way to the crossroads,but as I approached all I could hear was the sound of echoing silence ringing through my ears .I could currently see the occasional leaflet fluttering in the wind ,and body's ,abandoned cars and blood covering every available crevice . I slowly bowed down to the ground to retrieve a crusted blood stained leaflet. The Information on the leaflet read, from what I could make that an evacuation of all surrounding sectors had previously been in process.
How long had passed since ? I had no idea as to the date or even the time ,but judging by the weather i'm guessing i'm a long way from sector 0.

Shivers ran down my spine,I crumpled up the claret red paper and cussed under my shallow ,faltering breath ,however I barely let out a moan .Slowly I started to walk through the city along the cobbled streets and past the dormant clock tower , towards the city limits along a disused road. Here I found myself at the edge of the mountains .It looked a sad and abandoned area compared to where I reside ,but then the sub sectors would ,thats how it is.A shower of snow soon descended ,obstructing my field of view. I pulled my soiled labcoat over myself ,but It barely covered my long extenuating legs,so I stood under a near by building .I was neither cold or hot, I don't know why I pulled the coat over me because it didn't effect my body temperature what so ever.
For Some reason or another the bitter silence was interrupted by an echoing moan. I peered around me for whomever the moan belonged to, but it vanished as quick as it suddenly came .It seemed that the moan had no location or age ,this disturbed me .

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I apologise for the grammar and stuff ,it said 20 mins and no editing so I had to type fast .Its sort of along the lines of the book im writing (in short of course ),but from memory with a few changes .

[Stingray]

Not sure if I'll be able to write for 20 minutes but here goes- I could either try and think of a topic to talk about or I could just write about random shit that pops into my head. Or I guess I could just write about what I'm thinking, which is what I'm going to write about. No, actually, I know, I'll just ramble on about the GCSE exams I'm supposed to be revising for. I've got 2 English exams and one Religion exam tomorrow which are going to be great fun I'm sure (God sometimes it's so hard to make out sarcasm on the internet).

And the fact that I can't be bothered to talk about exams anymore shows how uninterested I am in them. Or disinterested- I don't know which the correct word is. Wow, 3 minutes have already passed, I'm impressed that I've made it this far.To be honest, from reading what everyone else managed to write in the 20 minutes it seems like I'm going to write way more, but I guess I'll get bored and stop before the end. I guess it helps that I'm a quick typer, and I can touch type soooo yeah. And the irony that just after saying I'm going to write loads I can't think of anything to say. I know! I'll start writing in German for no apparent reason. Ich denke dass Deutsche ist manchmal ziemlich interessant und komisch, aber habe ich schon mein Deutsche prufung gemacht. Ich werde nie mussen Deutsche sprechen *quickly uses google translate* wieder.

Does it count as cheating to just write down what's in front of me- which are Ethics notes for my exam tomorrow- well I'll do it anyway, that should use up some time:

When does life begin- Day 1- fertilisation, Day/// I just removed this but I guess I should un-remove it because that probably counts as cheating (maybe :P?) but copying boring class notes is tedious and I'm sure I can find something more interesting to talk about- but the topic that keeps coming back to me is exams! which I don't want to talk about.

Yeah I just scrolled down to steal some ideas, and somebody made a good point- this is a cool idea OP, and a good use of time (although time I'm wasting). Hmm I just saw that maybe I should've done an actual story or continued with the one about Juan but whatever- stories are what you do in English which I can't be bothered with at the moment. tbh I can't be bothered with anything. It's only 10 to 9- Wow it's already been 15 minutes!- and I'm tired. Just repeating random stuff over and over again doesn't really reflect how I learn to write nicely in school- so I'll do some analysis on my own writing...

My repetition of my hatred for exams, shown on multiple occasions,///actually no I can't be bothered to do that. I guess I shall talk about what things i'm doing at the moment- not this exact momeny, but like in general. soo I'm in the middle of watching lost and the big bang theory, and other shows that are on end of season breaks, like Arrow or the Walking Dead. I like watching youtube videos, playing Fifa or GTA, looking for interesting posts on VT. Wow, times almost up, I guess in my last 30 seconds I'm going to remove the paragraph spaces so it's not too long- hopefully that's not cheating? then again it might not look that long when I actually post it...

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Well, that was fun!