My fingers drum at the keyboard, spouting gibberish across the page. My eyes glare at the bright screen. The light from it flows through my eyes causing all my ideas to scatter back into the dark corners of my head. I glance at the clock, watching minutes tick by until a hour has gone by. My thumbs twiddle in cluelessness as my brain searches for something, anything. My senses twitch, as they try to find the slightest touch, sound, smell, or sight that could be used in writing. But, out of the shadows comes an idea. Feebly tumbling down my body and into my fingers. My hands begin to type words instead of gibberish, and a slice of life is formed all due to the dull computer screen.
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