Old Experimental Story

Here is a story I wrote based on a friend of mine about a year and a half ago when I first really started to get into writing. It's called Sprawled On A Bathroom Mirror. I think it's good to have litter odd pieces like this to play around with. It really helps to hone your writing style. This one is where I learned my love for short and odd sentence structures. Hope you like it.

'Sprawled on a Bathroom Mirror' teaser:

'Going back now. Back to how things should be. All I have to do is trust, hope; let go of my chains before I lose you. A text is a text, it is not a problem to start getting paranoid about. A friend is a friend, and no more. We are a couple and we. Will. Work. Welcome back, old me. Just keep this one up; don't go away again. With any luck he is here to stay. The old me. The True me. He is all yours, just as you are all mine. Love.'

Standing. Bathroom. Mirror ahead. Message written from the top of the head and bottom of the heart. In desperate need of spirituality. Problems, problems everywhere and not a drop of clarity. They have to stop.

Most are resolved, doesn't stop you thinking though does it? Scribbled message in toothpaste; three empty tubes on the floor. The realisation of recent that only you matter, but the impact you have on other people is who you are. It's the people around you that count. Or person, in my case.

Here's my story of who I once was.

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