
Books build minds.
Books build minds.
The road was long but someone had to walk it.
She refused to waste her life suffocating in stagnancy.
Her sun was setting. She chose to rise.
The stars fell like autumn leaves. The world was ending.
Since I’ve starting writing for other people as a day job, my own writing has come to all but a stand still. This is my answer to a stale mind. I call them shorts. They’re basically little pieces of a story told in 10 words or less. I’m not sure how often they’ll make an appearance, but I’m hoping they can help me get back into that good, good writer’s groove.
Enjoy…
She drank her coffee. Then, joy.