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Monthly Stream of Consciousness Challenge for March.

You've walked in from work. You're burned out, and at the end of your wits. The job is taking its toll on your sleep, your relationship, your quality of life. By your window that fronts the city sits your typewriter and a blank page. You must write, because if you don't, the job will have all of you. Give it to us. Winner is decided by likes, and will receive a crisp $10.00

Ended March 31, 2024 • 45 Entries • Created by Prose

Challenge

Monthly Stream of Consciousness Challenge for March.

BeeGeeMan in Stream of Consciousness

A blank sheet, or a blank slate?

Sometimes I sit at my desk after work and stare at the city lights. I see the people walking around living their lives. Where'd I go wrong? How'd I end up here? Wasn't I made for better? Common questions racing through their minds and mine. The only thing we have in common is that we don't feel we belong. Every day I put my hands on the keys and try to type. I pour my soul into the paper and it remains blank. A reminder of potential squandered. Is each blank page an opportunity or just time wasted? I don't know. Night after night I sit and wait. Watch and listen. Write and dream but the page remains blank. I wish I could dream but that means I close my eyes. Close your eyes and find the world's passed you by. Now I sit at my desk and stare at the city's lights.

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M4J25Love

Whoever says this is not an opening that pulls you in, is a bold faced liar. Good writing.