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.
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.
A story I’m thinking of continuing, not really sure if I want to though. It’s from a while ago.
A poem I wrote for a class.
I’m going to start writing again. I miss the satisfaction I used to feel when I finished writing something great.
