Emily doesn't realize that she needs a creative outlet until something prompts her!
She wrung the pages, twisting hard before she flung them across the room. Joanna sat down and leaned forward on the old wooden chair. Placing both hands on her slumped head; she groaned, “What should I write about?...
The bird soared higher, trembling as his wings flapped wildly – aiming for the stars; right now though, he’d settle for the highest tree in the neighbourhood. Not used to the darkness, he was surprised at how much...
Ernie turned the key in the door, and then after removing it rattled the handle to make sure it was locked. He put his keys in his pocket, turned and stepped down from the step