Fadra over at All Things Fadra has started a weekly meme (meeem!) that I think is quite inspired and really fun. Each Sunday, you are expected to sit down and free write for 5 minutes. No more, no less. The best part? You cannot edit your post! For most bloggers this is extremely difficult – I like to take a lot of time thinking out exactly what I want to say and how I want to say it for maximum impact. Giving up the control and just posting your FIRST draft is a tad daunting.
Below is my free writing post in all it’s glory. Fadra didn’t require you to write about a particular topic, but I decided to write about my first real experience with a “horror” movie and how it effected me as a child. You will notice that the spelling errors really appear near the end, as I was running out of time to tell my story so I had to rush to finish. Enjoy!
Watergun? Check. Cartons of milk? Check. Absolutely no fear? Hmmm…. These are the items needed to defeat trolls. Well, at least the trolls featured in the seminal horror movie ERNEST:Scared Stupid. My movies have always been of the horror variety. I like them scary, gory and all out disgusting. I blame Ernest: Scared Stupid for this, but mainly my mother.
Sheila rented Scared Stupid for my brother and I many years ago. I cannot remember how old I was when we watched it, but I wasn’t old enough – that’s for damn sure! Have you seen this film? Trolls become awakened to steal children’s souls so that their entire lineage can be reborn and released into the modern day scoetiy. If a troll just looks at you long enough, your soul is lost forever.
Oh hello, I’m a six year old Amber watching a troll movie about to crap my pants. Nightmares for weeks. I would jump onto my bed for fear that the trolls would be under there, ready to snack on my pure, unblemished sirit. Fun times! Thanks mom.