Written by Anthony St. Clair for oneword
January 15, 2007 07:54 PM
The will to create coursed through him, burned like blood and god. It hepped him up like 10 shots of espresso, widened his eyes like a naked woman; he stood and shouted, he ran for his study, his grabbed the wind in his hands and the light in his eyes and he began to create.
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