giztron
I had a nightmare it was you and I but somebody else was there I didn't know him but I think you did we were in a living room no wait we was in my living room idk know why but the guy pulled a gun out and I did to he was going to kill you so I pulled the trigger and he shot bacc there was blood on your face you fell in slow montion all three of us were hit i crawled to you and ask if you were all right and saw where the bullet had landed i crired and then i woke up....
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emotions are what tie us together in spirit. otherwise we are ...just here. communication is a gift, but its not free. we have to work hard at it, till we get the flow. then we have to really work at it till we get it right. someday, we all will. till then, we practice. practice. practice till it doesn't hurt any more. take any story and rewrite it ten different ways. like different ways to look at it(perspectives) you can write anything you care to. just have fun with it. even if you don't think its good. set it aside for awhile, come back to it later and try again. play it like a video game
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