Write about a bald pale man at the beach wearing nothing but blue swim trunks. Is he standing at the sea with his hands to hips admiring the incoming storm, or is it something else? If the painting had more details we could see the goosebumps from the mix of wind and adrenaline rolling in. The flashes of lighting became too much, day had slipped into the night only until the brightest flash brought the man back to his senses. He turned to run only for the rain to pass in front of his feet, filling up the holes in the ground widening the sea until it became inescapable. The pale bald man found himself swimming hard using both arms and feet just to stay afloat in the personal riptide. His muscles burned internally and the water stopped from above and filtered through the sand below turning it to muck that gave way and fell even farther below. - 158 words The air crackled with an energy that had nothing to do with the absent sun. A stark white figure stood silhouetted against the chu...

 Today, while searching the far reaches of my mind for writing topics and genius plots to get me rich now, my stomach rumbled and then my stinking asshole envisioned a night of its own, one tinted brown with betrayal. Betrayal may be a hard word for your own asshole, but the protein and carbs from the chicken nuggets and macaroni for dinner should have held together better than that. All this taking place in my new white underwear. Perhaps it is still too early to truly tell from what meal that atrocity was born of, what I can tell you now is this. Wipe again.   TODAY LIKE ANY OTHER DAY ( APPARENTLY . ) , A GUY SHIT HIS PANTS INSTEAD OF BEING PRODUCTIVE. IM CONFUSED. BATHROOM AVAILABILITY AND REGULAR RESTING BREAKS ARE CRUCIAL. NOT RESTING BREAKS FROM POOPING BUT MORE I MEAN MORE TIME ALLOWED TO POOP. IN THIS CASE WE BLAME I GUESS NOT THE DIET BUT MAYBE MORE THE DIGESTIVE SYSTEM NOT PRODUCING THE CONSISTENCY WE FIND ACCEPTABLE. AS WE READ ON, WE LEARN THE REAL ISSUE IS WI...