I'm floating through the air, surrounded by soft pink hues. The colors all change from pink, to blue, and purple. I see words everywhere even when I sleep. I softly float down....down....., down into my chair at my desk. My computer is in front of me, and I'm typing.
I can't stop. I won't stop!
As I write the words in my head on a page, I feel exhilarated as the story just flows.
'Who wrote this?' My sleeping mind asks.
I suddenly wake from my sleep.
I smile happily;
there is no blank page; my story has been written.
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Carol Townend
Fiction, Horror, Sex, Love, Mental Health, Children's fiction and more. You'll find many stories in my profile. I don't believe in sticking with one Niche! I write, but I also read a lot too.
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By Carol Townendabout a year ago in Fiction
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Sweet tale
Splendid 💖💖💕
oooh love this a lot!