the fear born on an idea it whispers in your ear the voice of fear buried in the hearts of many their minds fogged with secrets a disease of their creation a monster of destruction it feeds on thoughts gone astray beckoning on its prey
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heyy there!! i really liked the concept of this one! but i was kinda dissapointed when u ended it abruptly! would have really liked it more if there was more to it!!
The distance between love and hate [from a person]........depends not only upon fate......but on he who uses the opportune moment to make the difference....
The bigger the issue, the smaller you write. Remember that. You don’t write about the horrors of war. No. You write about a kid’s burnt socks lying on the road. You pick the smallest manageable part of the big thing, and you work off the resonance. — Richard Price