Terror at (Ball) Point Blank RangeA Story by BeccaHumorous slant on a not so humorous writing issue! Written in Jan. of this year.
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It has been a fortnight since I was pierced by the realization of being scared to death of blank pieces of paper. No wonder dozens of images and stories roar much like a NASCAR event in my head! Being acutely aware of this absurdity, I imagine what it sounds like to anyone reading it.
Seeking this root of terror, I envisioned a turtle halted in a four way crossroads bottlenecking the story traffic. Horns honked, tires squealed, engines revved and passengers shouted impatiently to proceed to their faux papyrus destination. There I sat, quill in hand, stuck in mud and shell instead of flowing with anything except the most elementary passages. I must allow the clamoring word cars unfettered journeying lest they shift gears, stomp the gas and run over me.
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