You could live your whole life and never get a spring day so perfect.
They weren’t real people. They were perfect inspiration.
No one very talks about the smells.
It had to be my Lora.
The final chapter, part 3 on writing my first trilogy!
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The joy, the torture, the way I did it all.
Chapter One, draft Two of “Reclamation”, my current Work In Progress
Five years after the apocalypse is over, Adelaide and her dad Jack try to adjust to the new normal.
Mumbling under his breath, he dug into the couch cushion beside his leg. Feeling nothing, he squeezed the other hand down the other cushion, coming up with half a Cheeto and some lint. He rolled his eyes and stood, pulling the cushion he had been sitting on to the floor. Change, more Cheeto’s, some dogContinue reading “Finders Keepers”