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memebasilllla, lloll) A deer entered one of the shops in
Colorado. The shop owner gave
him some chocolate biscuits and
chocolate. He Carne out of the
store and returned after half an
hour with all his family membersme to the demon in the corner of my room:
ain' t u got shit to do
He' d been lurking about for days now, this
shadow thing. It used to scare me, terrify me
straight into insomnia. But it had just stood
there the whole time. Now it seemed part of
the furniture, if I' m being honest.
I started talking to it. Probably not my best
idea, I' ll give you that, but it' s not like I had
anyone else around. I would tell it about my day
as I readied for bed. Jeff was a dick at the
meeting this morning. Had the best hot dog off
the best cart in the city for lunch. SIX reports
due by Friday? Kellen must be trying to kill me. I
even wished it good night. And it just stared,
with its glowing red eyes.
One night, I had to stay late at the office. Really
late. Remember those six reports? They turned
into fifteen. And if I didn' t get them done for
this major client, it was my head on the HR
guillotine. So I stayed late. I ended up crashing
on the sofa in the break room and woke up to
more work on my desk. That was Thursday
morning. I had to get this all done by Monday.
On Friday night, around ten, I decided to go
home and get some real sleep before going
back to the office to finish this insane task. And
then I felt it. Something was here with me and it
wasn' t the janitor.
I looked in the corner and there were those
eyes again, surrounded by shadow. I sighed. I
really didn' t have time for this, not here.
Ain' t you got shit to do?" I snapped, walking to
the break room for yet more coffee. So much
for going home to sleep.
A growling sound, then a deep, rasping voice
said, "I miss you."
I stopped. "What do you mean, you miss me?
Aren' t you a demon or something?"
You didn' t come home. I' been worried.
What are you doing here?"
We' d never conversed like this. It was almost
comforting, like a friend would be.
Tm working, man. I' got a big client coming
on Monday and Kellen put all these damn
reports on my desk and if I don' t get them
done, I' m probably gonna get fired." I ranted as
I took off my tie and ran my fingers through my
hair.
The demon paused, thinking. It moved slowly
around the room, taking it all in.
Do you want me to eat Kellen?" it suddenly
asked.
I laughed, "No, don' t eat Kellen. It' s not really
his fault."
Then what shall I do?"
I sighed and considered. What could a shadow
demon do to help me?
Do you know anything about graphic design
and marketing?"
It paused its roaming. ''I ate an artist' s soul,
once."
Good enough. Just sit behind me and tell me
what looks good."
On Monday morning, the company landed the
client, I got a raise, and arranged it so I could
work from home two days a week. We moved
to a bigger flat two months later. It makes
cinnamon pancakes on Saturdays.just til little something to take the edge offE: Andra 9
You are not a writer! You are a word
magician, that time stopped where
the verb is sunset and the adjectives,
sunrise. Your compose phrases,
musical rhythms of happy forgotten
ecstasy... you are not a writer! But a
troubadour of beauty and Hope...
J. K. Rowling 9 @_ rowling
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Just been told I' m not a writer. It' s that sort of
morning.So i was at the airport with my sister and we had
excess baggage charges but we didn' t have enough
money to pay for it, luckily though Keanu Reeves was
on the same board as us and ended up paying for
everythingWITHI' M NOT VERY GOOD AT IT.
NO MATTER HOW ANYHO
SAYS IT IS.
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TO HAVE MADE SOMETHIacting like being nice
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