I am attempting to write at least 500 words a day. I call it the Felt.Buzz Five Hundred (or #feltbuzz500. I write a five-minute freewrite and then add more words to get to the magic number…
The prompt is
https://steempeak.com/freewrite/@mariannewest/day-788-5-minute-freewrite-tuesday-prompt-fern
Her name was Fern, and when Pol saw her, he knew he would love her forever. She was thin, her face angled and hard as a stone. Her eyes were cold too. She moved quickly, marching across the street towards him, the tire iron in her hands at shoulder height.
"I'm gonna kill you, you little turd sack!" she yelled.
And Pol just grinned.
"What the fuck are you grinning at, arsewipe?"
"I think I love you," Pol said. "I think I will always love you."
That stopped the girl in her tracks. Just for a moment. Then she raised the tire iron above her head and took a swing at Pol. He leapt back, the smile dropping from his face.
"You are going to die, fuckface!"
Pol started to run and he could hear that Fern was following him, her boots clumping on the tarmac behind him.
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Pol needed the money. He was hungry, he hadn’t eaten in days. When the strange man approached him with the offer of ten credits and a sausage roll he waved in front of Pol’s watering mouth Pol almost bit the man’s hand off. The man was strange not only because he was a stranger (Pol hadn’t seen him around these parts before) but also because he had a look about him that told Pol he wasn’t a normal. It was only after Pol was half way through the sausage roll when he thought to ask what the man wanted him to do.
“You see that girl?” the strange man hissed. “Her name is Fern and I need you to get her to follow you into that alley, over there.” The man pointed a white-gloved hand at the alley over to Pol’s left.
“How?”
The man shrugged. “How you do it, my young fellow, is your business. Just do it.”
Pol swallowed the last of the sausage roll and looked at the man’s hand. Ten credits winked at him from the Card he held.
“Enough to buy you five hundred sausage rolls,” the man said, his voice the sound of gas escaping from a broken pipe.
Pol reached for the Card, but the man closed his white-gloved hand around it and shook his head.
“Afterwards,” he said.
Pol nodded his head and picked up a stone from the ground at his feet. He walked towards the girl. She was standing by a HoverByx talking into her hand. She had her back to him, but already Pol could sense there was something about her.
He took a deep breath then shouted. “Hey lady!” She ignored him. Pol took another breath. “Hey lady!” This time he threw the stone. With perfect aim it bounced off the gleaming body of the HoverByx and hit the girl. “Your ‘Byx ain’t worth shit!”
She turned, staring at Pol. When her eyes met his, Pol felt his legs wobble. She rubbed her head where the stone had struck and picked up a tire iron from the ground.
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(Today I wrote… exactly 500 words!)
As usual I wrote the freewrite in five minutes using themostdangerouswritingapp.com and then copied and pasted it into a googledoc, tied it up a bit and then wrote more words!
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