He sat on he computer to write.
"Once, he said...."
'No.'
"Once, she said...."
'Still not right', he thought- then he wrote:
"Once they said...."
'Yes that seemed right' he said to himself.
He kept on writing, and his inspiration was in full action. Like a fish in water, he glided his hands above the keyboard.
Suddenly, the inspiration stopped, and all the words (all one thousand and seventy two), was now transported somewhere deep into the computer's memory.
Only the lucky ones got out and became a story.
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Daily Dose of Poems
PoesíaHere's a book to just dump some of my creative stock off of my shoulders. Want to have fun with this book? Here's what I recommend: 1. Read one poem a day to keep your thoughts going. 2. Try having fun adding people you know or your own characters i...
