You shift so effortlessly from human to reptilian. When I first met you, my heart pounded. Your figure rocked so gently, like a model, you walked, smoothly through the room, taking blood and swabbing cheeks. I’ll admit your touch was calming… But then you shifted back to what you are… Your brown skin, scaled
Annabelle sat at the family piano in the great hall. The candles lit; the chandelier, glistening, spreading the light, revealing the room to any onlooker. There were none, however, though even if there were, their presence would be lost in the music. Annabelle’s nimble fingers gently rapt the keys melodiously, her prodigious skill echoing in
Affirmation Prompt: I willingly expand and reach outward with my writing and, at the same time, contract and pull inward for answers and calm. The balance within me is perfect. (close your eyes and take a couple of deep breaths.) Today I write. Plot Prompt: Your protagonist wants something. Her desires and needs create her
I feel like answering some philosophical questions because it will be a good way for me to develop my deeper thinking, especially when it comes to writing. Hopefully, you enjoy these (Honestly, I don’t care. I’m hoping to improve my discipline when it comes to writing). I feel it is better to fail at something
