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    I'm Not Coping
    I'm Not Coping
    I'm Not Coping
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    I'm Not Coping

    By Lex Williams

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    WARNING: Contains high impact horror and mature themes. Discretion is advised.

    You think you've got it figured out, don't you? What if the text is the subtext? What if the subtext is pure fiction? What if that's exactly what I want you to think?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherLex Williams
    Release dateFeb 25, 2020
    ISBN9780463867150
    I'm Not Coping
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    Lex Williams

    Lex Williams is a novelettist ( although occasionally writing novellas with the rare novel ) whose intent is to take advantage of self-publishing stories to provide interesting, different and weird ideas that you won't find in traditionally published stories. Williams typically writes for the horror genre ( usually dipping into the surreal variety ), but has explored other areas, such as ( non erotic ) romance and science fiction.

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      I'm Not Coping - Lex Williams

      I'm Not Coping

      Lex Williams

      Distributed by Smashwords

      Copyright 2020 Lex Williams

      Thanks to my editor, Lee Cope, who I found through writerfind.com.

      Thanks to my cover artist, Antoci Bogdan, who I found at deviantart.com under the username, Sucdeportocale.

      Smashwords Edition, License Notes

      This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you're reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to your favorite ebook retailer and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

      Table of Contents

      1: #amwriting

      2: Different Wavelengths

      3: Everyone Has An Opinion

      4: Recreation

      5: Persecution

      6: Get Out Of My Head

      7: Awfully Serious for Someone Who Doesn't Exist

      8: Legal Recreation

      9: Stronger Recreation

      10: Intervention

      11: Admission

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      1: #amwriting

      In the otherwise thickly shadowed room, the bluish glow of the computer reflected in Mordred's eyes like the eye-shine of a cat. He tapped away at his keyboard, watching the words come into being before him. They told a narrative he had been planning for quite some time - he'd spent quite a while ruminating on background details before he got stuck in.

      Not that it felt like writing; it felt like he was just a passenger along for the ride. The prose floated from his mind and onto the screen, his fingers a blur, almost merging with their own shadows on the keys. He was just a vessel for the will of creativity to manifest.

      He didn't think in terms of words when he was in the moment. He just watched the characters play out their tragedies before him and felt the words, like a master of jazz feeling the music spontaneously taking form.

      This was the moment - this was exactly the moment where he was born to be. This is what he was, and this is what he did. The scene before him escalated, the characters' emotions plain from the movement and light. One of them turned and-

      Mordred stopped, his hands contorted in mid-air as if he was mid-way through a piece on piano. He sat straighter with a wince. His gaze drifted from one corner of the room to the other. The same thick shadows hung like curtains all around the room. All was still. All was quiet.

      Shaking his head, he let out an annoyed groan and kept on writing. It took a while to get going again. His mind sputtered and whirred like a car trying to start on a cold day. Finally, the words began to flow like a stream, escalating to a raging torrent, spurred on by a downpour-

      Mordred halted mid-word. He locked his computer and stepped into the dark. At the front door of his apartment, he took a deep breath and held it, listening closely.

      Silence.

      His muscles tensed as he placed his hand over the handle and lock. A moment's hesitation. He unlocked the door with a click and looked out, but there was nothing but darkness. The hallway seemed to stretch into infinity, the other end invisible in the darkness.

      Nothing.

      He closed the door and locked it,

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