writing-prompt-s:

You’re driving down the road alone at night and you begin to feel sleepy. Before you know it, you are awoken by headlights in your eyes and the screeching of tires. It’s too late to swerve and the last thing you see is a black car coming at you full speed. Everything goes dark, but just for a second before you are greeted with clapping and cheering from a crowd. You open your eyes to see an old man holding a sign that says – “Congratulations! You are the 150,000,000,000th person to die!”

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Mostly, I write stuff. And, like the Egyptians and the Internet, I put cat pictures on my walls. Also, I can read your Tarot.