Jayden Hunter's Blog: The Write Reading Erudition

Alright...
I'm not generally one to criticize people, especially other creatives, whether writers, painters, singers, song writers or pizza makers.
But in all seriousness, this The Girl Trend needs to end in a violent and gruesome death.
In that spirit I'm planning on self publishing, within the week, the following titles (sure, they will be very short novella's that suck, but I'm just planning on taking up the names):
The Girl on Plane.
The Girl in the Rain.
The Girl in Pain.
The Girl who is Insane.
The Girl who forgot her Name.
The Girl who is Lame.
The Girl who is too tame.
The Girl who gives good head.
The Girl who is Dead.
The Girl he picked Instead.
The Girl of my Dreams.
The Girl selling Ice Cream.
The Girl who was Late.
The Girl on a Date.
The Girl with a Fate.
The Girl with on Sub.
The Girl in a Tub.
The Girl who Drives.
The Girl who Thrives.
The Girl who Plays Guitar.
The Girl in a Car.
The Girl on a Car.
The Girl in a Bar.
The Girl Afar.
The Girl in a Jar.
The Girl with Red Hair.
The Girl who is Fair.
The Girl who's really a Mare.
The Girl who Parted.
The Girl who Farted.
The Girl named Sam.
The Girl from Siam.
The Girl who Came Back.
The Girl in a Sack.
The Girl on her Back.
The Girl who lost Track.
The Girl with a Rack.
The Girl with a Necklace.
The Girl who was Reckless.
The Girl who was Feckless.
Yes, feckless is a word, it means worthless, weak, and irresponsible.
Continuing:
The Girl on a Horse.
The Girl on a Boat.
The Girl on a Float.
The Girl who was Hoarse.
The Girl who got Laid.
The Girl who got Made.
The Girl was a Maid.
The Girl without a Dad.
The Girl who was Sad.
The Girl who was Mad.
The Girl with no Coin.
The Girl from Des Moines.
That's in Iowa, btw...
The Girl with no Face.
The Girl from no Place.
The Girl with Mace.
The Girl without a Race.
The Girl gone without a Trace.
The Girl who couldn't keep Pace.

The Girl with Baggage.
The Girl without a Language.
The Girl who Bled.
The Girl who Fled.
The Girl with Fred.
The Girl who punched Trump.
The Girl who munched Lunch.
The Girl who Could.
The Girl who Couldn't.
The Girl who Wouldn't.
The Girl who Might.
The Girl lost at Night.
The Girl who felt Fright.
The Girl who was Alright.
The Girl who was Brave.
The Girl who was a Slave.
The Girl caught in a Trap.
The Girl with the Clap.
Final one, I promise:
The Girl: Who was in a girl's band and was caught on a train by a psycho-killer, but was in a super computer training hacking spy super secret love affair with a man that helped her escape from the dark mysterious past she held together for the good of her best friend who was the girl who was confused.

And that is all for now.

Disclaimer: I simply refuse to use my editor (as lovely as she is) for blog posts. So, any errors are because I'm just unwinding and not taking life too seriously.

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The Girl...

Oh my. Carry on.