(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
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
I’ve finally started writing one of the more recent sci/fi stories I’ve been playing with in my head. I wrote two pages yesterday. That’s the
This has got to be, what? The one zillionth wordpress article on someone’s love for writing?