Freeform Narrative 3

There are only three ways to make this work. The first is to let me take care of everything. The second
is for you to take care of everything. The third is to split everything 50 / 50. I think the last option is the
most preferable, but I'm certain it'll also mean the end of our marriage.

It wasn't quite yet time to panic. There was still time to salvage the situation. At least that is what she
was telling himself. The reality was that it was time to panic and there wasn't time to salvage the
situation, but he continued to delude himself into believing there was.

Debbie put her hand into the hole, sliding her hand down as far as her arm could reach. She wiggled
her fingers hoping to touch something, but all she felt was air. She shifted the weight of her body to try
and reach an inch or two more down the hole. Her fingers still touched nothing but air.

"Are you getting my texts???" she texted to him. He glanced at it and chuckled under his breath. Of
course he was getting them, but if he wasn't getting them, how would he ever be able to answer? He put
the phone down and continued on his project. He was ignoring her texts and he planned to continue to
do so.

The alarm went off and Jake rose awake. Rising early had become a daily ritual, one that he could not
fully explain. From the outside, it was a wonder that he was able to get up so early each morning for
someone who had absolutely no plans to be productive during the entire day.

Dave wasn't exactly sure how he had ended up in this predicament. He ran through all the events that
had lead to this current situation and it still didn't make sense. He wanted to spend some time to try and
make sense of it all, but he had higher priorities at the moment. The first was how to get out of his
current situation of being naked in a tree with snow falling all around and no way for him to get down.

She counted. One. She could hear the steps coming closer. Two. Puffs of breath could be seen coming
from his mouth. Three. He stopped beside her. Four. She pulled the trigger of the gun.

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!

At that moment he had a thought that he'd never imagine he'd consider. "I could just cheat," he
thought, "and that would solve the problem." He tried to move on from the thought but it was
persistent. It didn't want to go away and, if he was honest with himself, he didn't want it to.

Josh had spent year and year accumulating the information. He knew it inside out and if there was
ever anyone looking for an expert in the field, Josh would be the one to call. The problem was that there
was nobody interested in the information besides him and he knew it. Years of information painstakingly
memorized and sorted with not a sole giving even an ounce of interest in the topic.