Day 73 Lockdown - Slow writing

Slow Writing

Me writing this

Welcome to a blog where I do some slow writing. This is writing with rules and description (not much of that in mine!). Enjoy!

Deserted out far in the ocean, 6 aged and ancient oil rigs stood, that are as rusty as can be, mindlessly producing mere hundreds of litres of oil a month. In the blink of an eye, a giant spurt of thick, black oil blocked the beating sun; they had found a sweetspot. They were lucky! They had some of the most powerful drills in the world that could dig down through the seabed as though a man ate meat. They would be rich... that is if they caught it! Suddenly, panic spread across all 6 of the rigs to find where they kept the barrels to store the oil. They might not even have any rickety, old and untrustworthy barrels left (maybe time to change your storage!). They struggled against the tidal wave of precious oil and eventually, the oil workers finally had that sweet taste of the finest riches.

#onesockdays