I love writing. I love inspiring. I love being creative with my words.
The colours morphed into blue and purple with hues of pink, leaving him with a light-headed feeling in a supposed world that had no pauses. Soon these colours would slowly change back to a void and lonely black which would ultimately signal the unwelcome news that he was back to reality.
TO BE REMEMBERED:
I don't remember much; I may have been here for a while, but I lost track of days a long time ago. I don't even know how I got here, wherever this was. I try to keep up with the happenings by looking at the leaves of the mulberry tree outside my shack. When the leaves fall, I know the cold is coming.
DIFFERENT BUT SAME
As Emma made herself comfortable, laughing and making small talk, her voice drifted over the air until it faded, echoing from the direction in which she was headed. Not alone, of course - she had that gift of drawing along a tow of handsome looking blokes and some ladies too.
WHERE THE BREEZE LEADS...
Bitter tears rolled down his face, streaking across the blue shirt and ironed black trousers that encompassed his gentle 5 ft 10 in-200 pound body. And she watched him, heart breaking, mind going back to the conversation they had two weeks ago.