The Gates
We saw no one for hours, until we did, or thought we did.
We saw no one for hours, until we did, or thought we did.
I wore mirrored sunglasses and waterproof mascara, but forgot sunscreen and kleenex.
The Challenge – write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle, and end.
The word “no”, personified.
We are all familiar with those well-known, over-used turn-of-phrases that add conversational color. So, let’s beat a dead horse and see how many clichés we get crammed in like sardines.
Then she returned to Atlanta as one returns home after the smoldering fires, having nothing left to burn, have smothered themselves and the only choice is to rebuild.
She almost left when she saw him.
It’s still possible a squirrel will take me in another direction, but for now I may as well give this idea some light.
No, I have not written a novel. Well, once, but it was miserable and I never want to do it again.
If you picked up a book and read this first page, would you turn to page 2?
I’m not writing, only thinking about it, but I am reading.
Sandra had mentioned to Jason she dreamed of being the amateur sleuth to solve the mystery.
He never intended for her to believe the museum was haunted, but that was her conclusion nonetheless.