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You know that feeling where you're saying something, and in mid sentence you forget what you were talking about... What was I saying?.
Teenage writer who enjoys reading Pratchett, Hunger Games and Chaos Walking.
You know that feeling where you're saying something, and in mid sentence you forget what you were talking about... What was I saying?.
Once upon a time, there was a man sat at a desk, and on the desk was a computer. A second earlier, he had known what he was doing. All his ideas had been mapped out in his head. But how to begin.
David was drunk. He knew he was drunk. There was no other way to explain this. Why the hell were there elephants on the submarine. Outside, the pressure on the walls increased.
Cyril watched anxiously as his mother inspected the gift. She was a wizened old woman of seventy-three, with a tongue sharp as a needle and a temper strong as an ox.
All of my friends think I'm mad. I'm not mad. Just a unicorn..