I sat with my pencil in my hand tapping lightly against the table. I took shallow breaths as my mind raced for the next part. A sentence, a hook. Something, come on something!
I yelled out in frustration. I was never going to get this part done was I? It's hard to write with out a speck of inspiration. But something came to me, an idea? A twist? A conflict? No, just the idea of food. As I thought of that I became acutely aware of my stomach ache. Food was now a must.
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Night Time Talks with Luna
RandomYou don't have to read this, but, this is me writing about stupid stuff that goes on in my head at night. I will explode if I don't get this shit off my chest. anyways, if you relate to me, you'll totally get what I mean in any of these. Warning: So...
