Scrawl

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This is a new collection of random miscellaneous stuff I'm writing to work on writing techniques and pen down some thoughts.

 Scrawl

I knew a girl with words spilling off of her.

She had rhymes in her hair and sunny similes on her face and synonyms dripping off her fingers.

Altruistic alliterations accented the air around her in tenacious tangles of tintinnabluation.

Scintillas of onomatopoeiae spiralled from her pockets.

Tick.

Whur.

Brrrrrrng.

She was a personification of her own imagination, scribbles of lead on crumpled notebook paper. Letters linked together forming words and pictures, dancing and spinning and coming to life.

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