Author's Note: Welcome. This is a collection of moments I feel like writing, all 108 words long, written in a certain challenging style. See if you can catch it. Disclaimer: I do not own Lost. And at the moment, I sadly cannot think of a good joke of what I would do if I did own Lost.. Readers, beware of spoilers.
Update 10/4/12: I cannot think of any other moments to write due to some writer's blocck, so if you have a request, please submit it either through review or PM, and I will try to write most of them that I get.
Spoilers for this story: Up to season two, episode one. Point of View- Desmond.
Just another normal day.
Four, eight, fifteen, sixteen, twenty-three, forty-two. Execute. Repeat.
Then it's back to sleep. But only for one hundred and four minutes at once.
Four, eight, fifteen, sixteen, twenty-three, forty-two. Execute. Repeat. Four, eight, fifteen, sixteen, twenty-three, forty-two. Execute. Repeat.
Unable to get back to sleep, it is time to start the day. Music accompanies breakfast, which comes and goes. Next, the dishes.
But then the ground begins to shake, the record stops playing, and dust falls to the floor. The first change in years to here. Soon after, someone is coming. A real person. No, today is not just a normal day after all.
End Note: Did you catch it? Well, if you didn't, I will give you a hint. Go back and count the number of words in each line. It was surprisingly hard (and fun) to write.