Right Now{i'm not that girl's first 50 ficlet challenge}

I stared blankly at my computer screen. Looking down at the keyboard, each letter having its own button. I was writing something for a challenge, it was interesting, creative. The index cards were neatly piled except for a few stray ones.
I looked down at my bracelets each one with its own meaning and color.
The lamp gave a dim light, like a flickering candle.
The mouse pad was a famous painting.
It inspires me, the two fingers almost touching.
I lean back in my chair, wondering what to write.
I wanted it to be creative, I wanted people to read it.
You can always talk,
but sometimes people don’t listen.
That pisses me off.
You don’t want to see me angry,
it can get nasty quickly!

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