the very thoughts of an uncreative author

the very thoughts of an uncreative author

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Descriptions of what goes through my mind every time I sit myself down in front of my computer and brainstorm. Brainstorming ideas to write a story with isn't easy. For me, at least. Some people probably can relate to these. Or most likely not. Side note: I took about half an hour to think of a "brilliant" idea like this. Also, you may have noticed: I used a preset-cover for this. Just to emphasize my uncreativity a little more. "A story of a person writing a story, written by the same person." There is nothing valuable to be learnt reading this journal. You are merely wasting your time if you are here tp seek advice for quenching non-creativity.
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His claim

Warning ⚠️ ‼️‼️‼️this is not a happy ending book, the male lead in this book is evil to the end. Explicit mature themes, kidnapping, manipulation, bounding, tortured. This book is not recommended for readers under 18 and those triggered by any of the above. ... I saw the corner of his mouth twitch and before I could comprehend anything he tightened his hold on my throat, my mouth was already slightly open so he had the opportunity to shove a gun in my mouth. I tried to move back away from him but he tightened his hold and shove the gun farther down my throat causing me to make loud gurgling choking sounds, the taste of metal, fire and smoke spread into my taste buds causing me to gag, that's the same gun he had shot my father with. "Do you have trouble speaking? I'll help you talk my love, there must be something stuck in your throat?" He said shoving the gun deeper, by now the base of his pistol was pressed down against my lips as I choked loudly. I screamed and jumped in fright as he pulled the trigger. Nothing, No bullets were fired. The force of the gun shook my whole body. I gargled and shook my head no repeatedly, but he wasn't satisfied. he squeezed my throat and completely blocked my airway. By now I started panicking more as I could no longer breathe, what does he want me to say?? please just stop this. "I merry gyou" I somehow managed to gargle those words out hoping he hears them. My mouth tastes like metal and I could taste blood as well, the force of the gun being shoved down my throat scratched the inside of my mouth.

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