Day 7: Write about your favorite food. Make it sound as disgusting as possible.
Candy. An ooey, gooey mess of sugary sweetness stuck in your teeth, latching on and digging in to create cavities. Too much and you’ll regret it as you curl up in the fetal position around your spasming stomach. Your blood sugar spikes then you crash hard, like an atomic bomb. Yuck.
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