

Writers GroupIn a strange new room with iron-grey curtains and maroon carpet, Betty sits. And Josh and Reed and Tom and Sue. The writers group. Illuminated by dim sunlight filtering through the peeling paint on a blacked out window, and a single bare bulb floating ominously over five heads, swaying slightly as cars pass on the road outside. The corners collecting the shadows with every pendulum motion of the long cord like a miser eagerly hoarding his coins, his stack slowly growing and growing until the edges of the room are no longer corners but black pits from which light may enter but never escape. Ten lonely shoes shuffle in their tiny island of brigWriters Group
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My Pixel Art Gallery [link]
My minicity [link]
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A nice place far above the clouds ...
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I have a pencil and I know how to use it.
I once asked for directions and they told me "You are here". Now if only I could find that on a map.
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Reinder Dijkhuis
My DA | Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan
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