Day 2: Write about the act of kissing someone without naming a body part.
He tasted like chocolate. And whiskey. And something sharper, colder – moonlight on snow. His smile etched happiness and his breath whispered promises. I burned brighter than the sun even as darkness enveloped us. In the shadows, he pressed against me, raining a storm of kisses.
I started writing 10 years ago on a whim. I’d always wanted to write a book though I’m not sure why. It’s not like I had anything earth-shattering to share with the world. I just wanted to tell a stor
Day 30: Convince the world that a mythological creature of your choosing exists. Dragons are real. I’m not saying they’re constantly in the sky or actively trying to steal anything shiny for their hoa
Day 29: You’re standing in your living room with a gun in your hand. A man is lying dead on the floor. What happened? So I was just sitting on my couch, minding my own business, flipping through two h