Reflections of a Widow
We were assigned to write dramatic monologues. Part of the assignment was to step outside of ourselves and write about something we can only imagine.
Love You, Goodbye
A story I’m thinking of continuing, not really sure if I want to though. It’s from a while ago.
My Booksie
I’m going to start writing again. I miss the satisfaction I used to feel when I finished writing something great.
