Gotta Write

Sometimes I’m bummed that I’m not Stephen King.

Okay, it’s not like I want to live my life as a man or even that I want anywhere near the amount of fame he has to endure.  What I mean is, sometimes I think of scenarios that would make the beginnings to a great horror story, but I’m not really into writing horror so I wouldn’t know the first place to start.

Take yesterday for instance: I was on a bed in the Red Cross Blood Mobile (or whatever they call it…the big bus where you can donate blood).  There were two other women giving blood at the same time, and I started to think about how trusting we all were.  We don’t know these people, yet we climb aboard the bus, stretch out on a bed, and let them stick us with needles and take our blood.

Yeah, that’s trusting.

What if someone hijacked the bus? What if the guy taking our blood was in cahoots with the hijackers, and started hacking away at us with needles? What a gory scene that would be.

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, this is indeed what goes through my mind while I’m donating blood.

It’s not like I actually think these things are going to happen.  Instead, it’s more like I try to figure out a story line for every situation I encounter that’s out of the ordinary.  This was what popped up in my head while giving blood.

Feel free to use it for your story.  I’m not going to use it.

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