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I kept hearing about writing software that was supposed to help you organize your work and create a better writing experence.I found several. I am trying one right now and so far I have been happy. But in my search I found something really good.

How many times have you had writers block. You might write but cant stand what you have written and normally just get rid of it moments after you type.  Yea me too.  So while I was searching for a writers program I found something called    Write or Die. It is completely AWESOME!!!

You choose the amount of time you have to write 10, 15, 20 minutes and so on. Then you choose what kind of punishment you get for not writing. From just a warning to deleting what you were typing.  I don’t know if this would work for long fiction, but maybe if you are having a problem with a scene but it is a fantastic tool for flash fiction.

It comes as an app for your desk top ($10.00) or tablet or ipad ($4.00)  and an online version for free. Here is the link for the online version of the app.  Write or DIE

Right now I am using 1 sentence writing prompts as the first line and going from there.

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Here is my first attempt.  I am sorry it is awfully dark. I was given some terrible news and needed to work out some of the emotion.

Life or death. There isn’t anything less complicated than that. Unless it is choosing how you die. Most often than not you don’t even think about it, but today you do. There is the revolver laying on the table. You would have chosen a better way to it but today you have no choice.  You think of the mess it will leave for your family to clean up and wish again that you never made this deal.

You look around the room at the hooded 12. They stand there as the silent witness and most likely one of them will finish you off if you can’t manage to pull that trigger. Again you wish it could be something kinder like pills that make you go to sleep and don’t let you wake up. Even criminals get that much.

You pick up the gun and study the shiny black metal and for the first time in your life you realize that the design of the piece is beautiful. And here even the weight seems different as if to say …stop and think about what you are doing.

The twelve have started to chant. You think once more about family you are about to leave behind and wonder if they will understand the decision you made. You hope so because only that would make it senseless.  You take a deep breath knowing that you are procrastinating.

The metal is cold as the barrel enters your mouth. A giggle escapes as you think about the spit that is running down the barrel. You think to yourself ‘you can do this.’ A thought, a silent goodbye and you pull the trigger.

Click.

You pull the barrel from your mouth in confusion.

“Congratulations, child you have passed the test.”

You reel in confusion. Test? You were supposed to die. If this was the test maybe it was better you had died, because what was next was bound to be hell on earth.

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