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So many yards away...
So many yards away… You may think that it’s just life but for me its not. Every day I wonder why I get up in the morning. It’s like every ...
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The voices inside...
The voices inside… To all the monsters beneath my bed, And all the voices in my head You’re the reasons for my screams; Haunting me in late night dreams. Spawning ...
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Last Words
This is a three minute screenplay that I wrote for my friend's dad. It's only the first draft so... yeah. It looks odd because I pasted it on and didn't ...
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The interview.
I know this has some spelling errors but please try to read through. Eddy Sullivan followed the guard down the long white hall. In his mind he was assured that ...
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...Writer's Block...
...Writer's Block... The blank page, oh how it taunts me so. It laughs at me, digging deep into my soul as it hinders all signs of originality and creativity. And ...
