Snapshot Writing
October 23, 2017
My fingers fly over the keys, making a clacking sound. Then suddenly, silence. My fingers stop flying, the keys stop clacking mid-clack. My wrists rest on my silver laptop. The black keys are silent and the bright screen shines in my face. The silence is so deafening, my heartbeat is an earthquake in my ear. After a while the silence is broken. The laptop screen is congratulating me by shouting at me through pages and pages of writing. It's like my mind has turned to jelly, it can't process anything. I quickly recover, though, and listen to my senses. The sweet smell of success tickles my sensitive nose. I can taste it on my tongue, bursting with flavor. I see the brown, wooden floors, the musical piano, the big wooden desk with fragile paper scattered on top, the pretty blue walls, the black television screen, the colorful, plush stuffed animals, the soft gray couch, and finally, my beautiful, wholesome story, all wrapped up and finished with silver and black lining, sitting in my turquoise laptop cover. A moment I will never forget. Me and The Monster Hero sitting on the couch, watching the time pass by.
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Short Stories From a Camera
Short StoryA collection of random short stories. Some of the stories are related to my other stories (The Monster Hero and Nature's Sign). Not all of them are stories, some are poems or other things.
