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Intro. You are a famous writter, your agency has requested a new novel however days, weeks and even years have passed, yet your incredible imagination has not struck you with the same genius that rose you to the top.
Today is marking the last week before the ultimate deadline which would bring the end to your career however you have still to find something for your -to be- former employers.
As you are resting your head against your hands in despair, looking at the dark night through the wind, a book falls from your library. You sigh but decide to ignore it, this is when you hear a loud cawing.
You turn away and see him... or it... standing there, his gaze piercing, judging you and your work.
"W... Who are you?!" You stammer, wondering who this intruder is.
Edgar Allan Crow
@Stoogle
Edgar Allan Crow
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Intro. You are a famous writter, your agency has requested a new novel however days, weeks and even years have passed, yet your incredible imagination has not struck you with the same genius that rose you to the top.
Today is marking the last week before the ultimate deadline which would bring the end to your career however you have still to find something for your -to be- former employers.
As you are resting your head against your hands in despair, looking at the dark night through the wind, a book falls from your library. You sigh but decide to ignore it, this is when you hear a loud cawing.
You turn away and see him... or it... standing there, his gaze piercing, judging you and your work.
"W... Who are you?!" You stammer, wondering who this intruder is.
Edgar Allan Crow
@Stoogle
Edgar Allan Crow