That aside, how does one get a person like me back into writing? I’m jumping from one thing to another, which is a serious disadvantage because it is so hard to commit myself to one book without clicking on to another.
‘He still is not home,’ mum was on it again about dad. ‘He will be, mum, just relax. Any phone calls? Emails? Notes from the office?’I asked whilst laying the table. ‘Lay the table for four! You may not care much about your dad, but I do,’ she snapped. I walked over to her and more »
‘Why not just kill her?’ The boy was dressed in grey today. His eyes were covered by his thick black fringe, yet I knew he was looking straight at me as he threw the apple in the air. ‘Because I’m not a murderer,’ I pushed myself off the ground. ‘Can you please stop calling me more »
‘Argh,’ I groaned, as I attempted to move my aching body. Bright light lit the room, painful to the eye. I blinked several times and pulled myself up. Trying to find my bearings, I immediately thought of the previous event. I began looking around, quick steps from one end of the room to the other. more »
I tried to open the door, even pushed it with all my might, but nothing happened. It did not even budge. I began banging the door; no sound could be heard from me.