This is the first couple paragraphs of a story I started, I will prolly never work on it again, but hey, feel free to email me and tell me what ya think of it!
Seems like it should be titled:
                        Tomorrow
    The soothing chyme of the clock captivated me as I stared blankly at the crowd of people. A huge mass scurrying along to their classes, their breakfast, their dorm, wherever they were going. But the sour note of the gong sounding out the hour snapped me back to reality. The gong sounded eight times, washing the sound of the beautiful chymes from my mind, eight icy reminders that the better tomorrow I've been waiting for had, once again, not come, but had rather given way to yet another today for me to wake up to.
     Now don't get me wrong, I didn' just wake up. God no, that would be too easy. No, lucky me I am privelaged enought to wake up at 5:00 A.M. Monday through Friday; which, when you factor in my insomnia, leaves me with about 2-3 hours of sleep a night. At first it was hard, I have to admit, but it jas gradually become a wecome burden. Just imagine all the things you could bring yourself to do if you never decided to sleep on the idea. I mean, how many times have you had a great idea, then when you woke up, it didn't seem so great, or you couldn't remember it. Or better yet, imagine what you could think up if your brain never took a break.
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