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THe Fall of Creativity IIShort Story Continuation:THe Fall of Creativity II by ~BlackFangedDog
Why is Creative Writing not prominent in English Classes?
The suited man looks among the crowd of shadowed and ashen faces in the darkly lit room, a firm grimace set permanently to his own face; he nods, short, curt, with no wasted time or effort. They live only for today, never glancing at the past and never looking towards the future. Forever lost and never found. The voice goes out and echoes. "There is no such thing as Creativity. It is nonexistent." Heavy rain clouds hover over the city churning the clay, ash, and smog. They work never faltering, their footsteps in perfect unison, the grunts and groans of the
The Fall of CreativityWhy is Creative Writing not prominent in English Classes?The Fall of Creativity by ~BlackFangedDog
Falling into the dark abyss, it shatters and dies. Forever lost, forever forgotten. That is the fate it has been given. The hollow sound of a bell tolling signals the start of the afternoon. Ashen faces stare blankly at a chalkboard placed with great precision on the wall. Each face has a laptop centered perfectly on their stone desks, the blue-grey glow from the computer screens cast eerie shadows on their sullen faces. It is deathly quiet; no sound is permitted to penetrate on any circumstance. A door creeks open and a stalky man walks in suit adorned, glasses perched, his eyes age
Euphoric 
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