Every Story has its beginings!

Hello! Welcome to the very FIRST post of the blog! In case you're wondering what this is all about I'm going to attempt to write something creative every day for the year. It could be anything, a short story, a poem, a chapter of a larger narrative, a dirty limerick, ANYTHING!

So, for the first post, lets start with a short story!

You can read everything after the break!

The Masterpiece

"Bullshit!"

Clyde said a lot of crazy things, but this was just about the most ridiculous thing he'd said yet.

"It's all true man. A sloth wrote it."

Clyde's mischievous grin spread across his face slowly as if to say "just ask me to prove it!" Jason hated when he saw that grin. It usually meant he was about to lose money.

Jason back peddled a bit, "Ok, assuming a sloth wrote it, how do YOU know that?" He was going to tried a different approach, Clyde couldn't have knowledge of a sloth writing the current Best Selling book of 2012. Clyde stopped smiling. Jason had him this time, he just knew it.

"He lives with me." Clyde submitted humbly.

"The sloth lives with you."

"Yep." Clyde let a small smile creep onto his face. "He's my new room mate."

Jason shook his head. "I'm done playing this silly game. You're crazy if you think I'm going to fall for that."

Clyde's jaw dropped in shock. "You think I'm lying still!? You think this is just a game?" the incredulous look on Clyde's face might seal the deal with anyone else, but Jason was too familiar with the situation. "I can prove it!"

Now it was Jason's turn to smile. "Ok, lets go to your place right now."

Clyde nodded sternly. "Ok, lets go!" And with that he turned and headed back up the street to his two bedroom apartment; Jason in tow.

As they climbed steps to the cheap rental apartment Clyde lived in Jason started to worry. There's no way Clyde would just let something like this go without some kind of monetary gain. No bet and be waged, no terms agreed upon prior to this; it had Jason worried. Clyde turned at the door to his apartment.

"There's just one thing" Here it came. Time to place your bets and for Jason to lose some more money to his friend. He knew though that if Clyde wanted to bet, it would mean the "writer sloth" didn't exist.

"What, you want me to pay to see him or something?" Jason sneered.

Clyde shook his head. "No, just don't stare, he's very self conscious." And with that Clyde unlocked the front door and walked in. Jason edged his way inside to look around.

Papers where everywhere, taped to the walls, hanging from the ceiling, most had hand written prose covering their surface. Several books on writing were lying open on the coffee table, a small ashtray filled with cigarette buts was sitting atop what looked like an old manuscript with notes attached to it. In the middle of all this chaos was a single sloth, pen clutched in his claw. The tiny beast looked up at Jason and Clyde.

Jason walked towards the sloth, unsure of what to say. The corners of the sloth's mouth curled up to form a smile. As the sloth turned and started to leave taking great care with each step, Jason noticed something written on the page that it left behind.

In the centre of the paper was a single word.

Gotcha!