The Type

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: 'The Odd Ones'
Ignore my typos. They irritate me too and I know I messd up but you have to truss me when I say it's all apart of the story.
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Submitted: June 14, 2016

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Submitted: June 14, 2016



Click click clack click

The man at the desk types away on his keyboard, effortlessly thinking about what to put down on the page. He types and types and types and types and types, only to be stopped in thought and delete everything from before without changing a word. He continues to do this banter back and forth until he and himself are satisfied with the effortless words put into the meaningless document on his screen.

Clack click click click

He stares down his screen wondering if he will get praises from those close to him that he can actually believe in. All he thinks when people he knows reads his work is that they just say those words in order to make him feel better. He wonders about the long pause and then deletes this sentence all together in order to rewrite it.

Clack clack...smack smack smack smack, click click clack click

He messed up on the last bit there. He mispelt the word truss and forgot the "t" in the word. It's hard to think about sometimes, whether or not to truss his peers, friends, loved ones, or even family. It's practically maddening for anyone to think about. Then he pauses again to think about how he should end this sentence. He scratches his oily nose and he somehow soft clean forehead. He gets a message from his beloved and wonders if he should truss her opinion on his writing.

Smack smack smack smack smack smack smack

He pauses to think about the deleted paragraph he is now rewriting. He sighs and ignores the pain in his side and the word he just messd up on. He feels his jaw moving forward as it always does when he sits a certain way for a period of time. It really irritates him when he finally gives up on his writing and goes to sleep for a few hours.

Once he finally gets up from his extremely short lived nap, he starts a new paragraph for his contest entry and then realizes it may not when. Oh well he thinks I might as well stop writing now and go work on something else. Then he realizes he has written down his thoughts and decided to end his work he

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