Free Writer

This is just me expressing how I feel now that I am free of the writer's block that has been oppressing me.

It is time.

Time for my soul to let loose. Lose all doubt, all fear, and just put my soul into my fingertips as I rigorously hammer at these keys like a blacksmith at his forge, unlocking the creativity contained in me.

The wait is over. Broken is my writer's block spell. And from the shattered pieces the magic of imagination arises. Words snap together as if magnetized. My idiosyncratic thoughts synchronize in ideal ways. There is no stopping my state as a stimulated storyteller.

I am a free writer, no longer chained down by the manacles of my mind, and I am ready to let my feelings fly.

The End

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