RANDOMNESS

what happens when I try to write

when I "try" to write the start of a story, this happens:

I either:

 =just have it inside my mind, and I'm unable to sleep because I'm thinking that I'll forget it (which happens all the time T-T)

or

=I actually write it in my notebook, like, any notebook I come across with and write it

Here's an example of a prologue I made: (I'll put what I inserted on my notebook, like, including a few simple emojis, idk, i just put of them there)

WARNING: THERE ARE A LOT OF GRAMMATICAL ERRORS HERE, AND WRONG PUNCTUATION MARKS AND STUFF SO JUST CRINGE AT IT

Prologue: 

          running... running away from something, or someone like my life depended on it.

'That , however, was no exaggeration.'  I thought as I ran through the endless darkness before me.

          The only source of light coming from my detainer. I could only run towards the direction the path led me to.

          I was well aware that my captor was gaining on me, but all I could do was run, run away from him and towards the salvation I needed.

I... could only hope it was salvation...

          I was lost in thought, and before I knew it, I was on an empty road, hearing my jailer's gun click only warned me of his next action, he was going to shoot me, and that alone only fueled my determination to escape him. What I anticipated to happen, didn't occur though, he hasn't done anything with the gun yet.

          Having no intention of stopping, I kept going forward, even if an hour had past, I was still going, though I didn't really pay attention on how long I've been running now. That didn't really matter, I was just hoping for someone, ANYONE, to help me.

          The scenery had slightly changed, and so did the path I was running on,

" I might cross paths with someone here now! " 

      

          My captor still pursuing me, no longer ran but merely jogged to not loose sight of me. It wouldn't hurt to be on guard, after all, he hasn't used his gun yet.

          I would rather run exhausted than limping while losing blood... Then get imprisoned again

" No, I'd rather not "

          I didn't want to go back to the jail I've been for 7 years now... Everything was dark there, 

no windows,no lights, just a makeshift bed and a bathroom on one room, with a sturdy door with a small window where the one who imprisoned me went to check on the room.

" i merely wanted to see light once more "

and the last thing I remember was a gun shot

" was that... a head light?"

then everything went black

WEIRDO FREAKING OUT, ENJOY THE CRINGE WORTHY STORY I MADE LOL