Here's today's entry from WRITING EVERY MORNING , my improvised writing project.
THE WHOLE WORLD WAS MADE OF SILK
The whole world was made of silk. White silk. People and trees and dogs and cars and the ground and the sky and the lights and the bikes. All slippery smooth silk rubbing pleasantly up against each other. All day long forever, everything would be constantly rubbing up against something else and saying, "ooooooh, that feels goooooooooooood." Then one day the ground began to split open and a huge split was rent in the world. Everybody and everything tumbled down into a place that was nought but craggy masses of denim. "Oh silken lord!" they wailed, gnashing theirs silken teeth together. "What have we done to forsake ye?"
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