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"You just can't beat that new book smell." "It entices you in before the story begins." She cannot resist the calling from her latest paperback. She misses the characters when she is not with them.
So that was it. Your crowning glory.
There's a woman who gets on my bus in the morning with two kids in tow. It's a long journey and the children are loud, young, argumentative and boisterous.
The night is warm and golden, My eyelids start to droop. Fatigue sticks like honey, As I struggle through the gloop. Scrambling up the tree trunk, I spot my home ahead.
I really need to write a story or two, but to be honest, I'm scared at the thought of it.
During the golden Abbasid period, one of the scholars in Baghdad, which was the capital of Muslim caliphate at that time, was reputed to hold knowledge in high esteem.
What's black and white and red all over. Me-after hearing this joke 1000 times. What's green and goes up and down. Me fainting-from overdose of jokes that everyone has heard at least 100 times.
Writing is freedom. Films and games have classifications that restrict viewing ages.
Has a song ever inspired you to write a story or have you ever written a story and then found a song that suits it perfectly.
Has a song ever inspired you to write a story or have you ever written a story and then found a song that suits it perfectly.
I know a few people who don't like romantic films or novels because they think that it gives the viewer or the reader false hope. I know that many people share this same view.
To my followers. Just like branches in a tree are intertwined, so have become our lives. The snipers of your lives that you great people have shared are like fallen leaves.
I was asked last night where I get my inspiration from. As an ordinary 20 something year old..
"Ivy had pale skin, ginger plaits sliding down to her gentle feet, big bright beautiful blazing blue eyes. She sang, she laughed, she danced." I read.
"Ivy had pale skin, ginger plaits sliding down to her gentle feet, big bright beautiful blazing blue eyes. She sang, she laughed, she danced." I read.
Why do we read. It is impossible to coin one simple answer for this, as reading means so much to so many different people.
Stories you read when you’re the right age never quite leave you. You may forget who wrote them or what the story was called.