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His wrist moved in short, controlled motions. Back and forth, back and forth. The sound of the pencil scratching against the paper soothed him.
It was the one time during the day that he could be alone with his thoughts, himself, and his drawings. The one time of the day that he could allow his pulsing imagination to run wild; the one time he could paint the vivid landscapes and booming cities that lived inside his brain; it was his favorite time of day.
As his drawings took shape, he smiled, for it was here that he immortalized his life.
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100 Word Stories
Short StoryFlash Fiction ● A form of fiction that "communicates via caesuras and crevices. There is no asking more, no premise of comprehensiveness, because flash fiction is a form that privileges excision over agglomeration."
