When you have nothing to write, what do you write?
It's like a paradox, an empty void that consumes.
Hmm, I like that phrase, 'empty void that consumes', maybe I'll use that in my next story. I wouldn't let my mind add, 'if I ever thought of a plot, character or simple idea'.
"Ohh. That's lovely," Emilia stated, turning the earrings over in her hands. "I think these are the ones." The store assistant nodded....
It had been the week from hell. Firstly, I'd been stuck in bed with the nasty lurgy everyone was sharing recently. Secondly, all my...
(Soliloquy: Really just a conversation when you're alone and no one can respond) Love What is it? How soon is too soon? Backwards...
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