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This is a work in progress but I like where it seems to be going...
Ray held the pen poised over the blank paper. The ink was ready to flow but his mind was an unmoving mass. The pen crept closer to the paper; his hand and arm were growing tired. Just before the tip touched the blue lined surface, he jerked it back. He brought the slim, plastic tube close to his faced and glared at the rubber grip and plastic clip. This, he thought, was a vehicle for my soul? He slammed it down on the table, making his half empty glass of water dance along the edge.
The paper glared at him. Ray glared at the paper.
Ray got up and went to a nearby bookshelf. He reached up and pulled down the biggest book he owned: The Oxford English Dictionary. The 1972 edition. He brought the book back and slammed it down on the glaring paper’s face, obscuring the blinding whiteness completely. The glass of water did a hop-skip dance before plummeting over the side of the table. It made a popping, wet noise as it struck the tiled floor.
Ray closed his eyes.
Ray held the pen poised over the blank paper. The ink was ready to flow but his mind was an unmoving mass. The pen crept closer to the paper; his hand and arm were growing tired. Just before the tip touched the blue lined surface, he jerked it back. He brought the slim, plastic tube close to his faced and glared at the rubber grip and plastic clip. This, he thought, was a vehicle for my soul? He slammed it down on the table, making his half empty glass of water dance along the edge.
The paper glared at him. Ray glared at the paper.
Ray got up and went to a nearby bookshelf. He reached up and pulled down the biggest book he owned: The Oxford English Dictionary. The 1972 edition. He brought the book back and slammed it down on the glaring paper’s face, obscuring the blinding whiteness completely. The glass of water did a hop-skip dance before plummeting over the side of the table. It made a popping, wet noise as it struck the tiled floor.
Ray closed his eyes.