Too bad I don’t write horror stories- the view from the office this morning is gloomy.
I wonder what type of first lines it would inspire…
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Too bad I don’t write horror stories- the view from the office this morning is gloomy.
I wonder what type of first lines it would inspire…
HIKE. BIKE. DRINK.
College Level Drinking, Elementary Level Writing
A Poet's Journey by Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
An introvert's guide to the human experience
“The snow still covered the landscape like a leperous corpse.”
Last mountain spring we sat there, staring out at the silent trees, when a gust of wind cracked its whip through the cold still air, at which point none of us knew how upside our world would turn.