Today was a warm spring day. The sun was shining, there were clouds in the sky, and the blossoming trees swayed in the wind. I was wondering along the dirt trail, smelling flowers and taking pictures. There were horses in the field nearby; I found it amazing to watch them gallop and play with each other. I wish I owned a horse. Maybe one day I'll marry, and will.
I don't know what's wrong with me. Even though I'm trying my hardest, I still morph into this beast. I don't want to be this beast, and I can't let it become me. I don't know what will happen next time. There was already one person who almost died. Maybe next time I will murder, and that could lead to massacre. What is happening to me? What will happen if I don't wake up in time to save someone? What will happen if I don't wake up at all?
"I have to write for an entire hour, and I have no image of which to write! There is nothing to write about, I have already gone through your list of topics. You can't expect me to do this" Emily exclaimed. "You don't really have a choice" her butler informed. "No, you couldn't make me. Not even for food and water, I still wouldn't write" Emily pouted. "No, I'm not going to make you, and I won't neglect feeding you. You have to learn how to describe your ideas. Enough is said" the butler implied, then silently exited the room. "But Charles! How... I can't" Emily whined to the closed door.
I yawned. I look at the clock, it's 3am. I really should get to sleep, but I can't. The thrill is just too addicting. I have to know what happens next. Even though I'm the dictator of the story. I have to keep writing. I can't let all the good ideas be kidnapped by the elusive sleep. I had to write what happens next. My hands ached, I had blisters, and in some spots, calluses. I couldn't be on the computer right now, unless I wanted to be grounded. I had to finish this chapter.
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