It Was Summer
It was summer when a nameless writer finally packed her tools away. At last, the character she’d been writing for was content. With countless years spent workin...
Tag: creative writing
A Way of Looking at Enchantment
i. It’s not the poetic entrance I envisioned through which I enter the land of enchantment. I find myself trust into a scene where I have to step outside of my ...
A Way of Looking at a Contradiction
i. It’s a sweltering day and Danube, striding from east to west, cannot contain the heat. I climb the hill to see for myself this beautiful contradiction they s...