Sometimes you wake up with your mind completely blank. Other times, you wake up with a serial killer in your head. Welcome to five minutes in the mind of a writer.
Everyone else thought she had escaped just in time, leaving them and their scoffings to the pain they now experienced. Or so she told herself. She wished her view confirmed their alleged thoughts, but really that was merely a hypothetical audience that could not exist. The people she actually saw through the impenetrable iron gate… Continue reading Between