I started this during class with a prompt. I thought it would be interesting to imagine how boring stopping time can be after a few minutes. This is just the opening scene, I think I'll work on this more!
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I look at the clock. It's been 5363 minutes since I stopped time. I still don’t know how I did it, and I don’t know how to fix it. For the first 3 minutes, I jumped on my bed; I’ve been wishing for this for so long. I remember being a child and wishing I could stop time- whenever it was 7am and I wouldn’t get up, or when I had a test, I hadn’t studied a thing for- or later in life, when I started developing my love for tv and wished I could just stay in the sofa watching shows and movies instead of having to function in society. I look at the clock. 5365 minutes since I stopped time. Oh good, this reminiscence only took 2 minutes.
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