An Alternate Ending

And then the house exploded. Shrapnel rained down upon us as the story ceased to make any sense. The alien mother ship, having lain dormant in the ground for a thousand years rose up out of the wreckage in accordance to some Mayan prophecy, its lasers flying. I barely dove out of the way as a green and red beam struck our tree. It burst into flame. I raised a fist in the air declaring that somebody would rue this day and my father pounded his hands on the ground in defeat. We had been so close to having nothing go wrong… so close to a story free of anything ridiculous happening… so close to the deadline before the author went insane.
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Ever wonder what authors do when they come to a point in the story where they are not sure how best to continue? Suddenly encountering writers block in the middle of a story is no fun, but sometimes it can be made into fun. Thus this little sample.

If my school had a class on how to procrastinate I'd be willing to bet I could pass even if I never got around to doing the homework. Yes, I'm that good at it. The hazard of this when you have a major writing assignment is time and the large crunching noise you get when your procrastination slams you into it at top speed.

And since it's best to actually have my long rambles end up at a destination to keep them coherent, this snip is a combination of writers block and a time crunch. See, I can't really tell you how other writers handle the block, but my method is to just keep writing anyway. Did I take into account that the story this sprung off of was non-fiction? Nope, not at all.

Oh, and Merry Christmas. If you're wondering where the Christmas theme is in this... well the non-fiction story was about my family going to get a Christmas tree. It's really just too long to stick on this blog though. If I split it up we'd all be reading it until the snow surrendered to the tulips.