Crack Open My Skull

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The man sat at a small, round, wooden table. On the table were an open notebook and a cup of Earl Grey tea. The man looked around at the people getting their afternoon caffeine fix, then out the window to the rain pounding the strip mall parking lot, then back to the notebook. Random words were scrawled on the page: rain, Spring, taxes, TV, lost love, Census, Mondays of Lore.

Taking a sip of tea, the man thought, It would be so much easier if I could crack my skull open and lay my brain on the page. After a moment’s thought, he added, That’s probably more performance art than writing. With a sigh and muttered, “Damn,” the man looked out at the rain hoping for an idea.

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  1. Avatar Kay-Teaze

    omg, how often I’ve felt like that…(I’m sure most ppl who write do). I love the way your description is so poetic. And I was drawn in from the first line.

  2. Avatar N. Robertson

    Really nice. I’m not sure about the comma before the “Damn”, though.

  3. Ahfl_icon THX 0477

    Nicely described scene a lot of us can relate too. I liked the self-deprecating correction about it being performance art and not writing.

    And the comma before ‘damn’ is a grammar necessity, as any quote should be separated from the rest of the text by a comma.

  4. Avatar oneoveralpha

    Thanks. I was sitting in a coffee shop trying to think of something quick to write about, and this is what I came up with.

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