I came out of the bedroom this morning and met this little guy in the stairwell… Birds come into the house all of the time.
(For this exercise I’m writing from the perspective of someone who has to overcome an insecurity.) It had started on his elbows. then it moved
(the challenge this exercise was to write a very short story of only a few minutes in time) “Where are you going?” he asked as
(challenged myself to write a scene without using any names and to not use gender specific terminology for the server) He sat across from her
I popped a 25mg thc infused gummy bear into my mouth and sat back in my couch. The Google Home device was playing random songs