Tobby’s Second Attempt at Writing a 270-Word Blog Post

So, JT told me that I had two hundred and fifty words in my first attempt at writing a blog post containing two hundred and seventy words ONLY. So here I am, trying again.

Anyway, it’s no big deal for me. I have written more than two hundred and seventy words in a single post lots of times in the past, but writing a blog post with two hundred and seventy words. This challenge that JT set is a very interesting challenge, and I also see it as a nice opportunity to get back to my daily writing habit. I really need to get my mind and spirit straight these days. All these stressors are influencing me to go nuts in a bad way, and I need to do something in order to keep myself calm and AWAKEN!

Well, I think I can do it if I put my mind to it. I also think you can do it if you put your mind to it, too. Writing a blog post containing two hundred and seventy words, I mean. Don’t you think that this an interesting challenge? Don’t you think that this is a great opportunity to practice your writing skills? Maybe I should go nuts on the next paragraph right now.

Hello, I’m The Overlord Bear, and I’m trying to fill up an empty gap between a work in progress and the boundary of two hundred and seventy words. Do you see it? It’s coming closer. We’ve now passed by two hundred and fifty, which was where I stopped during my last attempt. And then we’re done! Freaking nuts!

Dreaming of Personified Desserts

I was sitting on chair in front of the table of my dining room, eating some vanilla ice cream, when suddenly…

“You…what have you done to me…?”

My vanilla ice cream, along with its cone, suddenly jumped on to the dining table, and it now assumed the form of a…plain-looking teenage girl with short, plain white hair. She wore a plain brown tank top, plain brown hoodie, plain brown pants, plain brown socks, and plain brown shoes. What was strange about her was that she had an arm cut off, with white fluid dripping off of the stump.

“This looks really wrong,” I said.

“Yeah, but I don’t mind!” my personified vanilla ice cream said with a smile. “I’m just another piece of food, right?”

“Yeah, so it’s time to go back to eating.”

And then I tried to go back with eating her, but suddenly, it felt so wrong.

“Can’t eat me, huh?” my vanilla ice cream told me with a smirk. “Then eat this!”

She then thrusted her remaining arm into my mouth, which caused me to freeze up because of her frigid temperature, which I just noticed.

“Brain…freeze…” I said slowly, having a hard time with all this cold assaulting my senses. Wait, does brain freeze even work that way?

As I started to ponder on that, I opened my eyes.

It was just another daydream…which ended up a dream in my sleep.

Eating desserts is probably an awkward topic in the world of personified desserts, huh?