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The Mad Poet

Guy Hogan on Dec 28, 2010
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He could not eat. He could not sleep.

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He struggled all night for the right words

He sprang from the rumpled sheets

To fling open a window

So that the cold breeze

Would cool his feverish brow

Dropping wearily to his knees

He raised his arms to the twinkling stars

And cried

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The End

Sex Videos is a flash fiction story.

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  • LoveDoctor on Dec 28, 2010

    Keep up the good work.

  • pearl2010 on Dec 28, 2010

    Short but interesting.

  • Geny on Dec 28, 2010

    Thanks for sharing

  • nishlaverz on Dec 28, 2010

    A great peice, with great imagery

    Thanks for sharing and Keep on writing

  • pattiann on Dec 28, 2010

    Superb. But, please don’t open the windows. This morning channel 4 news said it was a one degree wind chill factor. Other nights have been in the teens. I don’t want you to get sick.

  • bigpapadan on Dec 28, 2010

    Guy, don’t ya hate it when the muse takes the day off? Grrrrr!

  • Jimmy Shilaho on Dec 28, 2010

    I understand that. The muse seems to have disappeared into thin air but she will be back.

  • lapasan on Dec 28, 2010

    Sometimes I run out of ideas. And I don’t know what to write about.

  • PR Mace on Dec 28, 2010

    Spoken like a true writer.

  • Val Mills on Dec 29, 2010

    It happens to us all! I have just had a two day break and wish I had time to write all I want to write. But, it will die again as soon as life returns to usual routine.

  • albert1jemi on Dec 29, 2010

    Thanks for sharing

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