Writing Prompt Two
Poetry When the sink began to dribble… Fiction No one sleeps on the pillow beside me. Nonfiction The first time I remember really crying…
When I a full page…
I actually struggle with editing. The writing part has always come relatively easy to me. I make stories all the time. When I’m curled up in bed, I’m thinking, always dreaming, what if The Princess Bride was different? What would I do if I was trapped in a cave? How would the world look like …
