I should have been in bed but instead I wrote this story.
A person stands at the front of the room giving a presentation. They falter, they stumble, and then they forget a word. Tell the story from...
Laptop in lap. Fingers clicking away at the keyboard. Writing. ...still the clickity clickity that is my fingers tappity tapping away at the keys is the sound of writing, so it counts.
I got home from work and just felt like writing. This freeform story was only edited for typos and spelling errors. The lovely neon sign was found post writing to match the story. I couldn't have asked for a better one.
She ran with all of her might. She gasped for breath, her lungs screaming from the effort. She wanted to stop. She considered, only for a moment, curling up into a ball. The moment passed and she pressed on. Soon, she would be free. She would be her own again. Photo by Francesco Ungaro on … Continue reading Run