I told myself, “read a book.”
My conscience argues…
But what good is that gonna do if I’m lost inside my own story?
Paragraphs without indents; no proper beginning; never ending sentences…
The falling action is the beginning and ending. Karma called, I answered an listened. She said, “there isn’t a resolution, not every story deserves an ending.”
Well…. The plot is all wrong and I can’t fix it. There isn’t a rising action, and no; I didn’t forget it.
So… no problems to be addressed, now we’re at the climax : the rising action can’t be known.
The plot of my story begins and ends with the falling action; dealing with consequences for my decisions. The only resolution to my story, is to pick a better climax next time.
- Author: Shanelle Marie (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: December 13th, 2021 11:01
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