I have two lines of thought going into this post. Both lines interact at parts and I can't get the feckin thing straight in my head.

I reach one merging point and then wonder okay which line am I thinking on. lol

I really need to get my own place and get myself away from me. (pun on a previous post).

I decided I would get a jump on the starting gun. That quantum second can make all the difference by the end. Or in this case. Those few keystrokes could make the book.

@snook/posts

A few more days at the most and the red light will begin flashing. ALERT! ALERT! a Snook challenge is coming. Just so I am well prepared. I have my radio alarm clock my phone an alarm on the computer all set to warn me, that day is coming.

Unfortunately for me, I stare danger in the face and try take a short cut through it. When fear comes knocking I invite it in for a cup of tea. Which might be just as well considering my shy timid nature.

But Snook Challenges are not normal. It's not just to write about a prompt. You have to bloody invent the prompt too yourself.

A future Snook Challenge.

Add a Title

Sir Kemstance wandered and wondered. Or was it he wondered while he wandered. He looked up and spoke out to the author. You should think of a better name than add a title.

The author thought to himself. Wait a minute you don't be thinking about what I have wrote, You're the character in the story.

Restart.

Sir Kemstance wandered and wondered. Or was it he wondered while he wandered. It's somewhere around here. I can feel it in my bones. Left right up down. It just seems to be everywhere but no where. Hiding out of sight. Hiding in the shadows of a future that is drawing ever closer.

The tension in the atmosphere was binding and hypnotising. You dare not leave, but staying is is like watching a tumble drier go around while waiting on a bus. Even worse was when you waited on a bus watching a tumble drier go around was doing that in a deserted town.

Window shopping through plywood boarded up windows. Everyone had left this old place. Looking around, it was hard to see why the came in the first place.

Never the less. This was the GPS location sent out to receive the Snook Challenge. He got there early. That was his intention. His intention was never to get there two days early.

That's what happens when you plan for everything that can go wrong. Nothing bloody does and you are left standing around for two days.

Looking out to the distance. Sir Kemstance could see a dust cloud rising. This could be it he thought. The dust cloud was getting bigger so it must be getting closer.

Then it stopped faded away and disappeared. It was nothing more than a wind fart coming down of the hills.

To be cont'd...