I thought I’d post this to show off a little. I wrote it on the 30th of March 1963 when I was just thirteen and pretending to be Nostradamus.
It is the year 2023. The President of the United States has changed his/her name to Robinette to signify a commitment to transgenderation.
A man called something like Sputum or Gluten is the head communist of the Soviet Union.
Going to the moon is humdrum. Farting cows have caused the sea levels to rise. Windmills in the sea are killing off the whales. 500 acres of solar panels are now running a steel mill.
I have become very rich and famous writing under a pseudonym. I’m leaning towards using the name of J.K. Rowling.
Excuse me, like certain politicians I’ve got to dash. My pants are on fire.
Reblogged this on Dead & Buried.
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Thank you.
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🤣😂 I’ve been getting a lot more attention since I started writing under the pen name Stephen King.
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I knew it all along. Harry Potter told me.
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I predict you will meet a tall dark man near a body of water. Some day. Or night.
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I shall stay in my car. It has 7 airbags.
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How very perceptive of the ‘younger you’. I have just posted a fire extinguisher to you, second class – should be with you in about a fortnight. Hope the burns aren’t too bad!!
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A fortnight? You have high expectations of today’s postal services.
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What foresight! You forgot to mention that the President is senile.
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Clearly I never thought (back then) that it was possible to be senile and president at the same time.
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Next time pretend a little worse.
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It won’t be hard!
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