temp.: stuck and frustrated

{5×4 writers, don’t read this!}

“he’s lying in the ashen grass, right beside the huge foot made of old wood, his fingers clawing motionlessly at an insect long gone.”

this is where i’m stuck in the story, without spoilers.

note that this post will be taken down soon.

it’s just a sign of temp. frustration.

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