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About This Author
The majority of my writing has a twist (or multiple twists) and much of it is philosophical, mysterious, supernatural, or some combination of the aforementioned. My dream job would be writing for a television series, while simultaneously working on a movie screenplay!
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| The clay is cold and moist to the touch, Fingers move with a mind of their own. Feeling the shape, it forms in your clutch. As a sculptor, you've entered "The Zone". In your own world, you work with the clay, Forming shape with the force of your hands. A mountain of mud, finding its way To becoming a figure of man. Your statue rests in its rightful place, Brightly lit by the rays of the sun. The garden gnome has now been replaced With your sculpture that's second to none. You smile and gaze at your handiwork As a flock of birds soars overhead. A white glob of crap splatters your work, Then you sin as you wish that bird dead! |
