I Believed She’d Always Be

I Believed She’d Always Be youthfully drowsy, I believed she'd always be but I felt it, the fragility, the fatigue the trauma racking mentally, frequently allowed for it to creep silently, to fester to make her air thick and her words slick still, I couldn't fathom such a stealthy killer such an intimate thriller for... Continue Reading →

Showing and Telling

There is a difference between telling a story and showing a story. Telling: The wife left the house in anger. Showing: She glared at him, before snatching the ring off and throwing it at his feet. The windows shook as she slammed the door behind her. Neither is better than the other although most creative... Continue Reading →

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