A blank page. Erin hated blank pages. She hated them so much, she would doodle all over its borders so they weren't blank anymore. She got told off thousands off times, at school, for that reason. But there was a force inside her pushing her to doodle. As soon as the page was not blank anymore she could write anything she wanted, beautifully. However, she couldn't do that on a computer. Computers were cold and heartless things, and she had no way to draw on the pages to start to write.
The cursor blinked on the white screen. It seemed to spell "You're a failure". "Shut up" she shouted at the computer, glad there was no one around to hear her. Her editor had convinced her to buy a computer, she told her she would write much faster, and it would be easier to send the manuscripts. She also told her that on the long run she would save lots of money, and she would also be using less paper. Erin wondered if her editor would be so happy if she knew she hadn't written anything since she bought the computer.
It was white, and shiny. And soulless. How was Erin supposed to write anything on it, if that machine didn't have a soul? She sighed and turned it down, the document still untouched. She would try it another day, she decided.
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