Oh, inspiration, you taunt me so.
Anna did not want to die. She had never much been one for the favorable thought of her own demise, but only now that the possibility of it was very truly upon her did she understand how unpleasantly she really felt about it. Her horse has did a few days back and so she was walking on slippers which may as well have been her bare feet and very soon would be.
...aaaand that's all I've got.
I've been trying to write for a while now, and I can't move anywhere. I started with a story about Pat Benatar, or rather a girl who loved Pat Benatar (and come on, who doesn't), but that went know where. Then I started a story about a dream I had about the end of the world, and then I wrote that.
Help, please. :p
...aaaand that's all I've got.
I've been trying to write for a while now, and I can't move anywhere. I started with a story about Pat Benatar, or rather a girl who loved Pat Benatar (and come on, who doesn't), but that went know where. Then I started a story about a dream I had about the end of the world, and then I wrote that.
Help, please. :p