Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-37197096-20181116220605


 * Hey guys, I’m back, back, back again. And with a new Pasta! Yay! Maybe! Since well, I didn’t get the support I wanted, and much, um...Deconstructive criticism, I decided to make pasta that I don’t like, and that I don’t want to write, but instead, something others would enjoy. (Because sadly that’s how this wiki works. Rest in pieces, my creativity.) Enjoy!

Voices. ''So. Many. Voices.'' I can’t do anything. Nothing. I’m just sitting in a solitaire room, in a white, dirty coat, stripped of any meaning. At least now, I can reunite with my mother in this pathetic underworld. My mother, deemed as one of the most insane people in this small complex. We’re so alike. As much as I want to see her, the voices in my head ring a familiar sound; saying not to visit her. What do they care, anyway?

As the crazy doctor walks in the room, I hear him say that I can see my mother… (TBE) ^To be edited I’m lazy and need ideas lol 