“if only you could see”

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it IS inevitable.



He put his arms in front of him, streams of letters shooting from the tips of his stretched fingers. His mind was active, the letters that spilled from his very hands raced around the room like phantasmagoric bolts of light. Words were formed, and he breathed them in, fueling his soul. Letters would crash, and fall out of the air in a heap of misspelled glory. These, he would cup his hands together until the fallen warriors flowed over, and he tossed them back in the air. The letters would explode in a blast of light and color much like the fireworks many would light in celebration.

He inhaled deeply, the letters shrinking, filling his nostrils. He shot a glance at the book that lay open at his feet. There was plenty of type left. He dipped his hands in, the pages rippling like water as he grabbed fists full of plot twists and metaphors. He would continue in this manner for hours to come until he absorbed every allusion, every symbol. It would soon become HIS story, HIS novel.


I dunno....something I should work on, it's an interesting little thought that popped in my head this morning in creative writing..bleh

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