The exercise:
Write about: the dead sea.
The actual one. A fictional one. The song. Whatever inspiration brings your way.
Had my second chiropractor appointment today. Got some good cracks in, returning for more on Thursday. The plan is for her to see me twice a week for the next six weeks and that should get me most of the way back to where I should be.
That's going to be a whole lot of cracking.
Mine:
They called me a fool when I told them me plans. Those shortsighted, drunken, lazy good-for-nothings wouldn't know a good idea if it spat in their toothless, doe-eyed, filthy faces.
And this be damned sure a good idea. Best I've ever had, surely.
Only fools believe the tales they tell of this place. That this here sea belongs to the dead. That no ship that has sailed these waters has ever returned. Lies and stories made up to keep those fools away.
But away from what?
Aye, that be the question.
And I intend to find the answer. The shiny, glittering, golden answer.
So tell me, lads. Are ye with me?
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