Dark and sinister waves of blah wash over me and take all creativity from me. The devil stole my imagination. All the incantations I know have failed in the face of such darkness. There is a light, faint in the distance, but I am weak, and can only pray I will reach it before it is extinguished.
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The Writer's Devil
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Dark and sinister waves of blah wash over me and take all creativity from me. The devil stole my imagination. All the incantations I know have failed in the face of such darkness. There is a light, faint in the distance, but I am weak, and can only pray I will reach it before it is extinguished.