Prompt for September 11: The Hobby


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Even though it was late and she had to wake up at the crack of dawn to get ready for school, she just couldn’t get herself to stop. The letters flowing from her fingertips were finally coming together. Her ideas were at last making sense.

As she typed away on her old Asus with a pirated version of word, she felt as though she was actually painting instead of writing. Everything was coming to life, and it gave her such a feeling of euphoria, something that not even whip-its could rival.

It also made her feel alive in the process.


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