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I'll put many stories without connection to each other or thematic in common.

An old wooden table and an ashtray & light emanating smoke.
A sound bring the dark . Dirty mud boots on the table . And a man leaning back in his chair, beards and long, greasy hair , dirty fingers black ink .
The man rubs his face in a calm quiet despair , writhes in pain from stomach , gives another drink in the dark, and goes in search of brandy . Scours the kitchen cabinet and find a bottle .
Fill a glass and turns . Turn another , and back to his desk .
Throw the typewriter on the floor screaming - " No more writing ! To hell with this poem ! "
Then raises the good that both estimates . Sorry and apologizing , walks to the window and looks black and cloudy night sky .
" - I repudiate you , and everything else ! Oh damn shadow hanging over me. Write another man your martyr ! "
He goes to his bottle , pours a glass and turns . Turn another , and turns .
Comes face to face with an old family portrait of dusty and cracked the glass.
Clean dust from the table and says : - " I do not want to see them. To hell with the past . "
Shoot the wall frame , leads to the back of the house and put in an old wooden chest .
" Dislike - you ! Oh family who I did not choose and who had long been my burden . Write another man your son . "
He goes to his bottle , pours a glass and turns . Turn another , and sits at the piano .
Plays a sad melody with tears in his eyes as his fingers walks trough the keys and dance , the sound is light and his pain so heavy . He leans forward as if carrying the piano itself suddenly in the back and with the music saying, " I do not want to touch , to hell with this melody. "
Go down the key cover with force interrupting the sound with noise impact .
" Dislike - it ! Oh damn song that haunts me since my first steps . Write another man its bearer . "
He goes to his bottle , pours a glass and turns . Turns plus one, and goes to the mirror.
Sees his eyes red and his finished look and asks: - " I do not want to carry you , to hell with myself . "
With one punch he breaks the cracked mirror that cuts your hand , like the soiled floor . He wiped his hand on the shirt and looked at the mirror again.
" Dislike - me! That was my biggest mistake . To cover myself with my own shadow . Being the son of my own burden . And to always carry the worst notes .