belladory
There was a bench in the park, sitting between the playground and woods that stretched beyond eyesight. Alfred silently sat on it as he contemplated where she had gone. There was no trace of her anywhere, and he had begun to worry.
This site displays perfectly what being automatic is. In order to write something worth reading, you must comprehend the word and just go. There's no time to stop, read, breath, you must write write write until the time runs out. You may think that your words and sentences are disjointed or don't make sense, but that's the beauty.