I haven't bailed on writing.

Look, I'm generating a random paragraph at this very

moment in an attempt to get my writing back on track. I am making an effort. I will
start writing consistently again!
The trail to the left had a "Danger! Do Not Pass" sign telling people to take the
trail to the right. This wasn't the way Zeke approached his hiking. Rather than a
warning, Zeke read the sign as an invitation to explore an area that would be
adventurous and exciting. As the others in the group all shited to the right, Zeke
slipped past the danger sign to begin an adventure he would later regret.
You know that tingly feeling you get on the back of your neck sometimes? I just got
that feeling when talking with her. You know I don't believe in sixth senses, but
there is something not right with her. I don't know how I know, but I just do.
The bridge spanning a 100-foot gully stood in front of him as the last obstacle
blocking him from reaching his destination. While people may have called it a
"bridge", the reality was it was nothing more than splintered wooden planks held
together by rotting ropes. It was questionable whether it would hold the weight of
a child, let alone the weight of a grown man. The problem was there was no other
way across the gully, and this played into his calculations of whether or not it
was worth the risk of trying to cross it.
The boxed moved. That was a problem. Peter had packed the box three hours before
and there was nothing inside that should make it move. The question now was whether
or not Peter was going to open it up and look inside to see why it had moved. The
answer to that question was obvious. Peter dropped the package into the mailbox so
he would never have to see it again.
Do you think you're living an ordinary life? You are so mistaken it's difficult to
even explain. The mere fact that you exist makes you extraordinary. The odds of you
existing are less than winning the lottery, but here you are. Are you going to let
this extraordinary opportunity pass?
At that moment, she realized that she had created her current life. It wasn't the
life she wanted, but she took responsibility for how it currently stood. Something
clicked and she saw that every choice she made to this point in her life had led to
where her life stood at this very moment even if she knew this wasn't where she
wanted to be. She determined to choose to change it.
Sometimes there isn't a good answer. No matter how you try to rationalize the
outcome, it doesn't make sense. And instead of an answer, you are simply left with
a question. Why?
The young man wanted a role model. He looked long and hard in his youth, but that
role model never materialized. His only choice was to embrace all the people in his
life he didn't want to be like.
I'm so confused by your ridiculous meltdown that I must insist on some sort of
explanation for your behavior towards me. It just doesn't make any sense. There's
no way that I deserved the treatment you gave me without an explanation or an
apology for how out of line you have been.
It really doesn't matter what she thinks as it isn't her problem to solve. That's
what he kept trying to convince himself. She was trying to insert her opinion where
it wasn't wanted or welcome. He already had a plan and even though that plan didn't
correspond with what she wanted him to do or what should be done, it wasn't her
decision to make. The question now became whether he would stick to his convictions
and go through with his plan knowing she wouldn't approve.
He was after the truth. At least, that's what he told himself. He believed it, but
any rational person on the outside could see he was lying to himself. It was
apparent he was really only after his own truth that he'd already decided and was
after this truth because the facts didn't line up with the truth he wanted. So he
continued to tell everyone he was after the truth oblivious to the real truth
sitting right in front of him.
The river slowly meandered through the open space. It had hidden secrets that it
didn't want to reveal. It had a well-planned strategy to appear calm, inviting, and
appealing. That's how the river lured her unknowing victims to her water's edge.
The red ball sat proudly at the top of the toybox. It had been the last to be
played with and anticipated it would be the next as well. The other toys grumbled
beneath. At one time each had held the spot of the red ball, but over time they had
sunk deeper and deeper into the toy box.
It was a scrape that he hardly noticed. Sure, there was a bit of blood but it was
minor compared to most of the other cuts and bruises he acquired on his adventures.
There was no way he could know that the rock that produced the cut had alien
genetic material on it that was now racing through his bloodstream. He felt
perfectly normal and continued his adventure with no knowledge of what was about to
happen to him.