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A great place to keep your fantastic ideas, like, "Hey! I need to write more sentences about crickets and English gentlemen with unruly beards."
I’m getting tired of living in my own head, so now I’m going to live in my armpits instead.
She gritted her teeth and plunged her hand into the dark, oily and very cold bilge water, feeling around for the finger she had just dropped there.
I am afraid to open my walk in closet as it is crammed full of my fears, anxieties and 7 years of tax returns and random receipts.
If ever I become famous enough to write an autobiography that will be read by millions, I figure that I’ll take myself amiss, and write something that “doesn’t take itself too seriously,” something “dark, unknowingly-witty,” and full jaw-dropping crimes, which this ladies’ man detective must solve.”
As I walked in the early hours of the morning, a brilliant shadow appeared frenetically before my feet, outlining the sharp fronds of a palm tree, so I turned around to admire the tree and found no light and no such tree.
Like the midnight road after a gentle rain.
The sheets began to rip, first around the middle where I’d turn on long nights looking for comfort, then onto the base where my feet would take off running, down the lane, in the dark.
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