Playing with Ocr Software for research
The plane, the train
The car, the boat
On road or a float
In the snow or perhaps the rain.
I can call, write, play or work.
Why oh why oh why
Is there only rain clouds in the sky?
It was not cos I killed a spider
As it tried to catch it and ride her
Some say it the winds that gust
Due to the gulf stream
That causes all our golf irons to rust.
I only getthe sun in my dream.
So late on night a man sat at his work desk and stared arlt the blank page. It had been a white sheet of A4 for three days.
The first day he sat at the desk and drummed his pencil on the Bud light can on the desk humming the tune of the Chain by Fleetwood Mac.
The second night he paced the room, shouting for inspiration. Waving his hands in the air looking for a sign from God or a muse or just an idea.
Tonight though it time to start . He picked up his pen and began to write.
The rain had been pouring from the sky for seven days. It had shown no sign of stopping……
Knock knock
He paused and looked up. Had his office door just knocked. Why he was the only person that lived at his house.
Knock knock
There it was again. He put the pencil down, stretched his legs pushing his chair back. He stood up and walked to his door he grasped the handle.
Turning it and opening it into his room. There about 3ft tall was a large fully letter Z with arms and feet and two eyes on the top part of the zeds horizontal.
He was about to say something when the creature smiled at him and stretched out its arms. then without any warning jumped at the man, managing to get its mouth on the his neck and then.
“Ouch!!”
The Zees’ teeth sank into the bloke’s neck. He began to feel light headed and he stumbled and fell to the floor. After another minute the Zed stood up and walked to the open door and left.