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<MDWP- 10 min: First attempt at outline — would need to try again>

This is an experiment. I will attempt to make up a story in 10 minutes as I go along typing on the Most Dangerous writing app set to this time period.
This story is of a man…


<TMDWA — set to 250 words. Around 20 mins of writing and 40 mins of fretting about not writing> Sep 28, 2021

“Here is why coffee makes you less depressed according to science” read the title of the first article. Jake clicked on it. He sat up on his bed…


<September 16- TMDWA set to 10 mins. Try at introducing bad guy>

‘I am sorry, Sarkar, the guy seems to have gotten away’ Sabin’s voice quivered. ‘Yes, Sarkar, it was…


Another day of trying to write whatever garbage comes into my head using the most dangerous writing app set for 15 mins. I am just very happy I got it done. Can’t wait for the next session.

Indra — the king of the Hindu heaven wasn’t all that great. He had a thousand eyes- sure — but they weren’t too useful I suppose. Afterall, you can’t see any farther with more eyes. The origin story of the thousand eyes is even more peculiar. As it turns out…


In an attempt to get back into writing after a long hiatus, I spit out the following with the Most Dangerous Writing App set at 10 mins. September 10, 2021.

I have only 10 minutes to write before I go on a run. This is the only time I have left after taking the dog for a walk — which is really a polite way of saying I was taking him outside and waiting on him so he poops on…


This post is a copy of my response to the question of what I considered to be progress in meditation using an example of a persistent problem which previously prevented me from putting in good work.

I could probably explain what I consider to be progress in the simplest way in the effects I see in real life, and then break it down into the constituent factors. Let’s take something seemingly simple, in the past I used to really have trouble listening — especially in cases…


‘And here we are — end of the tunnel’ the drunk declared victoriously a few feet ahead of the still crawling Vedpursad and grunted slightly as he pushed on what sounded like a trapdoor overhead. The door made a clinking noise similar to that of a manhole cover being dislodged…


The room was cold and dark but the astringent odor of old flowers and stale vermillion placed it as a shrine room of a temple, which telling from the various stages of staleness, was still currently in use. There were thousands, if not hundreds of thousands of these tiny temple…


Vedpursad had had premonitions that stealing was a was a bad idea all along. Stealing the Bhairav Bone Relic from a gang of artefact smugglers had been his friend Ramesh’s idea. Ramesh, who had been more like a brother to Ved, was the mastermind of the heist, and Ved who…


The following is a copy of today’s attempt at writing fiction on the Most Dangerous Writing App. As before, the app was set to a 500 word limit. It took me around 30 minutes to write these 500 words.

There were two of them. Wait, three. No, just two. Remy…

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