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Sample Writingby Russell D. Echelbarger Posted July 19, 2005 The familiar ‘clack, clack’ of skateboard wheels rolling over the concrete sidewalks tickled my ear. A loud crack of wood quickly followed, then silence. Streaking through the air from the far side of the building, a board rider rode his air blade for an instance before gravity once again regained control. The youth took the fall back to earth well, swaying only a tiny bit to maintain his balance. He stopped short, kicked down on the board, and flipped it into his hand. With the swagger and confidence that only a teenage boy could bear, he turned and looked back at his friend as if he had just leaped the tallest building. by Russell D. Echelbarger Posted June 2, 2005 Time to silence the howls of distraction. Turn my ear no more toward the beckon of the unfinished novel. Instead, face the fear of the blank cold screen and put new ideas through the gauntlet of thought and churn out a harvest of words. Yet, the piercing call of unfinished chores echo, stealing precious life before it is conceived. Back! Back! I scream inside the chasm of turmoil. My pleas swallowed up by the increasing roar of procrastination. One final gasp for help, as the wind and thunder of something else to do falls upon helpless notions, casting them into darkness. Behold, a light, a mere glimmer in a universe of chaotic blackness, struggles against the foe of creative block. Peering closer to see, it takes form. From within this wondrous light a tiny voice calls. Time to silence the howls of distraction. Last Updated September 16, 2007 |