Drabble, John Pallister [self help books to read .txt] 📗

Drabble
The Stories of a desperate drabbler.

The beginning

Sat in a chair; perplexed, confused, letting my mind work the words to choose. What the hell is a drabbler I hear myself say and why 100 words to end my days away? An inspirational thought of that 100th word goes round and round over in my head. The timers on, the metamorphosis begins as I create my piece waiting for the change to happen.
What is this; you now eagerly want to hear? The words created from thoughts become the moving catalyst to this hidden metaphor. The word’s finish off the process.
It pops up. The 100th word ‘Toast’

The middle

Laced with marmite you either squirm or salivate. I put the piece into my mouth. The crunchy taste is complimented by that gooey stringy texture. Hands flaked with crumbs and a mood lifted as the idea continues. Once again the words digest and style changes like the toast crumbling and destroyed in the munching teeth of my already full mouth. No longer one mass, several random uneven sizes of inspiration, the beauty of creation.
What is it now? A crumbling disorganised piece in several different parts. No longer toast but a soggy blackly brown mixture ready to follow inspiration deeper.

The End

I am satisfied with my inspirational snack, late breakfast or early lunch. ; The taste I hope I recreated for all you to read and digest. I love forming words that change and are forgotten the minute they leave the page, but the taste still lingers draws you back again and again. I am still no wiser as what a drabber is but if you eat the fruit of knowledge I’m sure you will be enlightened. The end of the poetic prose creation; or is it?
Oh hang that’s not it; I really need the toilet
To be gooey messily continued…

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Publication Date: 03-19-2012

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