Few humans like to edit—until they’re procrastinating about writing.
It was the last picture he had taken of her. When morning came, she was gone.
What are your 2018 plans?
She was gone.
Congratulations NaNoWriMo 2017 winners!
The bite of winter penetrated my feet as I stood on the cold tiles of the bathroom floor.
The possibilities are endless, but they aren’t truly possible until you take the next step.
And then it hit him. He finally found the answer he was looking for.
I was convinced it was only the shadows playing tricks on me. But then the statue began to speak.