i had a go at writing some flash fiction on that 'most dangerous writing app'. what a crock of shit, i was too anxious to do anything other than write out the plot to starship troopers. observe:

so this is the stroy all about how my life got flipped turned upside down.

and upside down it did get flipped.

i failed my first assignment on the monday.

by the tuesday i was sobbing in front of the professor begging him to pass me with a c- average.

"professor" i cried. "please dont kick me off the course. I will do anything to stay. i just found this crazy new app that im sure will boost my productivity, albeit at the expense of a few RSI's and a hefty amount of carpal tunnle."

"fuck off." said the professer. "you knew the rules before you started. if you couldn't hack it you should ahve dropped out. now you have to take that walk down washout lane like the shithead you are."

"but klindathu needs to pay for their crimes. my family sir. my whole family was on buenus ares."

"is this your name private?"

i shrugged.

the guy from breaking bad looked at the guy who captures the brain bug, and winked at him without winking.

"doesnt look like it to me private. but first....10 lashes"

infantry dont fraternatise with pilots cadet