casual affair"phan

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the side of his left hand was blotched with ink, and he sighed into the warm air of the meadow. dan's aspirations were slowly eating away at his mind,
he couldn't seem to portray his characters in a creative and new way. every story that he creates full of emotion and polished details, always comes out dull and lifeless through the black ink of his pen.

dan looked out into the green grass that flowed nicely through the fall breeze, and the silky clouds floating in the baby blue sky. he just wished he could get something done, one article of creative writing for the magazine.

yes, dan was a journalist. he didn't believe in gossip about people, he knows how it feels to be the main attraction to a negative subject. he tries to write poetry for his section of cosmopolitan magazine. his boss told him to get in a story by the end of the week or he's out of luck. stress was piling up minute by minute of pointless curses and nonsense verses.

dan groaned and crumpled the piece of notebook paper contaminated with letters and scribbles. he opened a small box with gold lining, pulling out a cigarette and lighter. dan's release from another day of disappointment, was that small roll of paper and tobacco.

inhaling the smoke, his muscles loosened, and he closed his eyes puffing out a small puff of grey smoke, repeating and repeating.

dan was slowly, but surely loosing it.