Tag: foreboding
UNEXPECTED WRITING TWISTS
Sometimes a story begins with a clear destination, only to turn down an unexpected road and reveal that it has been leading somewhere else all along. Sometimes an idea begins as something small—a scene, a character, a conversation, or even a single thought. You… Continue Reading “UNEXPECTED WRITING TWISTS”
FOREBODING
“Foreboding” I slit my veins Black blood drains Licking my wrist with my tongue Freed from chains From which my body strains A weakening of my lungs Freed from pain These bodily remains Feeling only like I’ve been stung Freed from an idle brain… Continue Reading “FOREBODING”