The Things Around Us

July 26, 2012
I put a piece of paper in front of you and a pencil in your hand,
I leave you in a room of nothing and a tell you to write.

You can’t, for there is nothing to write about.

I put you on a beach with many different events and people.
I say write and the pencil starts to move.

Who will you write about?
How will your mind extend the story?

Too make a happy ending
Or one of tragedy.

You are the writer,
You decide.

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