insommnia

insommnia

the night threatins to i sit silently hearing only the quite whisper of the wind or a car driving quickly by my mind wanders as my sister does playing games with the questions that haunt my mind what happens next i thought as if i could predict the fate of the universe i looked up in time to see my brother walk threw the house into the kitchen i looked around at my family only to catch my self mutting the words no hope my thoughts threatin to end me deafened by the sound of they're voices of people places and things i can hardly remember any of them now as i slip quietly back into the far reaches of my chamber this room echos with the voices of ten thousand phropets softly coming from two silver speakers i sit on the the edge of the bed waiting for the phone to ring i lay back listening intently to the sounds of there voices until i slip quickly back into my dream

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Loose
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Loose wrote a review · Wed Dec 19, 2007 8:42 am

**collapses**

Writing Checklist:

-Punctuation
-Spelling
-Appropriate Capitals

**searches for them in the piece**

**fails miserably**

Your "i"s should be "I"
There should be periods.
Correct spelling and correct use of words.

Three vital points other than the more detailed story structure.



Everything has to be taken on trust; truth is only that which is taken to be true. It's the currency of living. There may be nothing behind it, but it doesn't make any difference so long as it is honoured. One acts on assumptions. What do you assume?
— Player (Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead by Tom Stoppard)