Writer
I take my usual seat on the bus and slip on my earbuds. I hate the late shift. Taking the late bus always feels so dreadful to me, even if nothing interesting happens besides the occasional drunk who tries to pick a fight with the driver.
Sarah checks her watch again, silently begging it to be wrong. He’s not late. Not this time. He can’t be.
What you can read, what I’m working on, and more!
What you can read, what I’m working on, what I’m reading, and more!
Your pet begins speaking in a human voice one morning.
The launch of my first novel is just around the corner! I’ve decided to self-publish, and I’m eager why I chose this route.
Write about your favorite vacation.
What makes you believe (or disbelieve) in God?
You’re chasing your dream of being the first person to fly.