I'm writing a novel. I require a spark of inspiration.
If you have written anything intellectually substantial in your time, I'd appreciate if you shared it.
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Filo squeezed the trigger, and fired at the creature down the hall. It seemed unaffected by his weapon, and continued it's charge towards him. He turned and ran as the monster pursued him down the corridors of Buckle station. It seemed too intelligent to be one of the silicons from Ceres, as it hunted him with purpose not hunger. He dashed from one hall to the next hoping to evade the thin long enough for someone with a bigger gun to put it down, but just as he made another turn, a strange electrical sound made the creature stop. Filo took cover behind a door frame and watched as it nodded and muttered to it'self. It seemed to be communicating with a radio implanted in it's head. The creature gave him a final glare and it ran the other way.