Wherever she leads
Words pour forth
Clock ticks on
Night falls deeper
Must
follow
the
Muse
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Words pour forth
Clock ticks on
Night falls deeper
Must
follow
the
Muse
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The first letter
Of the first
Word
Put down and
Purged
The stroke of
Midnight
All Hallows Eve
He always
Believed
Her to be a
Witch
Leaving him damned
And cursed
One thousand and one
Her number on
The list
Nameless
Faceless
Meaningless
Conquests
The exact number
Final word count
At the end of first
Go-round
Everything flowing
Coming with ease
Alignments just right
For slaying the
Dead
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I, Jill Terry, being of not-so-sound mind of late and overall healthy body, do hereby bequeath the following; Three years worth of writing; my blood, tears and toil, from the depths of my soul; to anyone who cares to delve through these pages and take from my words what you will.
In my darkest days when [...]
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I’ve been working a fulltime outside job since April, and have found it nearly impossible to find time to write in the manner in which I’d grown accustomed for the past seven years; Monday through Friday 9:00 to 5:00. It was so effortless then, as I had endless hours to research and in doing so [...]
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