u/gerwer

Should I accept the offer?

She had the sort of shape that made dogs lick themselves and empires crumble, like that old Rome-themed crumble cake that should have been thrown out years ago. Her mother had worked so hard on that cake.

Too bad cake was finally out of style.

"Mmmm, cake," she said, thinking about pie. She didn't really understand the difference. They are subtle things, cake and pie, and amateur eaters like herself were prone to confusion about such things. But with a body like hers, professionals were willing to look the other way.

"Who killed all these people?" She said, to herself. "Ha! Just kidding. I killed them. I'm so funny. It was me all along."

The End.

It seems really difficult to just write.

Can't I do other things while I write? What about breathing? And then there are all those social just write warriors always trying to say something. Whereas writing seems more casual and fun and allows for porn, taco, and gaming breaks.

What do you think?

Checkmate Paul McCartney!