Typing-test stories (and a challenge?)

[LSPoorEeyorick]

So I was practicing my typing with a random-word test today (don't ask why. I don't know why. Ever get into one of those moods where you keep doing something repeatedly but don't know why? ) (Yes, I know that's called OCD.)

Anyway, it was kind of opportune that I did that, because after a little while of not being able to beat my score, it was like the typing test started talking to me. It was telling me stories. Only... it was telling me stories like a man with a stroke tells stories. Backwards, and with gaps. I started typing the stories in a document instead of on the test, because it occurred to me that it might make for a fun creative excercise.

So, a very weird challenge, open to anyone, without rules or limitations:

Take these "typing-test stories" and react to them.

Doesn't matter how you do it - whether you're drawing it out, or focusing on one word, or filling in the gaps, punctuating or rearranging the words, or writing a song. Or just using some of the words in a whole new story, in a collage, or something else.

Just take one (or more!) of these statements and play.

STORY ONE:
Children mother same much write while country book those long they sentence place picture without next.

STORY TWO:
Life should only sea word second America know see came paper list under world other.

STORY THREE:
Well been ask made story make in girl took next carry when most form people answer.

STORY FOUR:
Find tell family eye so found long again air come begin on sentence world example help.

STORY FIVE:
By being find need few one letter is sea long large such little many girl good

[LSPoorEeyorick]

By the way, I know how weird this is. I was just telling someone that, for whatever reason, I felt compelled to involve people in my insanity.

Is this how homeless people start talking to themselves? Because typing tests are talking to them?

[Cadaverous Pallor]

This will be awesome!!!

[Kevy Baby]

I'm too snobby and elitist to participate.

[Cadaverous Pallor]

By being,
one finds one needs few, perhaps only one
other
our love letter is like the sea
long
large
such little kindnesses
many a girl would
want it this good

[Cadaverous Pallor]

I keep coming back here and realizing I need to take some actual time on this, because there are serious stories lurking in these words. More later.

[Cadaverous Pallor]

Family Eye

Come on, begin again
Found on the air after so long
Broke ties when you felt justified
But the soul does tell in time, in time

Tried to hide the child
Led her by example
Stopped our careless wandering
Took on the lives of the blind

Shrunk our world to suburb
Silenced serendipity
Sentenced to simplicity
But the soul does tell in time, in time

Come on, begin again
Found on the air after so long
Buried lives when you felt fear inside
But the soul does tell in time, in time

Find her on the lawn
Eyes squint into the dirt
“Something hurts outside me, Daddy,
it’ll hurt until I help.”

Put my hand on her shoulder
Sigh and begin again
Can’t lie into that face
With her mother’s features, plain

“It’s called the Family Eye, baby.
We’d hoped to keep you from it.
But if your heart’s a’ journeying
It’s probably best to follow.”

No explanation needed
No attempt to keep her home
Just prepare her for the outside life
And wave long past she’d gone

Go on, begin again
Filled with the air after so long
Opened eye, can’t be pushed aside
Just hoping you’re built strong, built strong

Just hoping you’re built strong.