A Writing Prompt
Them: Why are you whispering?
Me: I want you to hear me.
Them: But you’re whispering! How do you expect to be heard? Continue reading
Category: My Stories
Bovary’s Writing: The Cerulean Gates
Fire is fire. How could it be different from what a fire should be? She watched as the last of the fires burned blue. They said it wouldn’t look like a normal fire. Fire is fire. How could it be different from what a fire should be? Still, she didn’t believe …
Writing Prompt 148: The Book of Nebula
Persia’s Beginning… Ever since the day you left, I don’t know what to do with myself… I… miss you…miss you…miss you….I really miss you. Harold Melvin and The Blue Notes “I keep a book of people,” she said conversationally. “With their contact information and expiration dates.” Tremaine (at least that was …
