Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25866200-20141213235500

I like my room, it is nice and pleasant. Some quiet times, too. The room, to some, might lack features, but to me, it's fine the way it is. Simpler is better. My room is a nice, slightly darkened white, the entire way round. Others would say grey, but I heartily disagreed. In my room, my friends check up on me. They come in, and say hello. Sometimes, they seem grumpy, but usually, they're happy. I don't know why they check in every day, but it's nice, nonetheless. I have some other friends, who don't check in. They do go out to the park with me though. We do nice things, like walk around, and lay on the grass. The park is pretty empty, but that's how I like it.

Once, one of my friends, who go outside, accidentally bumped into me, and one of my teeth fell out. I stumbled, and when I got back up, he fell again! Sometimes, I doubt my luck, but usually, it I can look back, and see it all makes sense. It seems like my friend was just a bit clumsy. Oh well. On another occasion, a different person, who I hadn't seen before, had a little accident with a sharp bit of metal. He must have found it, and begun to take it to the warden, when he tripped, and it hit someone else. I watched, and felt sorry for them. It was almost time to go back inside, so I couldn't have asked if they were okay. He must have been at the doctors for a while, because I didn't see either one again.

I remember how I got my room. It took ages of searching, but unfortunately, I never got enough money to buy the place I wanted. Shame. Luckily, though, someone on the path in the city offered me a bit of money towards it. He was nice, and handed a lot of money to me. It was a little weird, as he requested he lay down, and I get it out of his back pocket. Some people have strange ways of doing things, but I don't mind. They lead their own lives. Anyway, not too long after, some people similar to the inside friends came up to me, and offered to take me to look at a special room, somewhere a little distance from the city. I accepted, but before I got in the back of their car, I somehow knocked the man's nose. It bled a little bit, and he must have been upset, as when he got me in the car, I felt his hand bump my head into the roof of the car. I think he said sorry, so I didn't get upset back.

The reason I am writing this, is so I can put this on a blog, so everyone can see my story. Some of you might not find it interesting, but I'm sure someone might. I enjoy blogs, they give insight into other people's worlds, and in some cases, minds.

Recently, my indoors friends bought me a chair! How sweet! It was one of those fancy antique ones, with a bit of metal on it, to give it flair. Apparently, it fries, too! I love a good bit of fried food. Unhealthy, but it's a good treat. They said that they would take me down to see it, soon. In fact, here they come now. I must save this document, so it doesn't get deleted. I'll write again, when I get back, and eventually, I might be able to put this on my blog. Bye bye!

So, what to say? Well, if you couldn't gather, they plot is about a person, sentenced to death row, and is blissfully unaware of his surroundings. He views the world with an overly positive outlook, and percieves things differently. Hopefully, the end should have been led towards, but still shocked the reader with it's turn. As I say, a first, but I hope I've done alright.  