You bottle up your emotions... literally.
I looked at the line of bottles that I have collected over the years. but I felt nothing. After my wife died I bottled up my emotions. I had my red anger and my blue sadness in 10 gallon bottle on the floor . But my golden happiness was in a tear drop bottle next to my picture of my wife. I will never be happy again without her. Next to the happiness was purple lust, and green jealously , black bitterness and orange justice. All in different sized jars. All differently shaped. I decided after my wife was gone it was better to feel nothing than feel the bitterness and sadness. So that is what I did. Gave it up.
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The Writing Prompt Challenge
RandomWrite a short story a day for however long you want I will start with 101 days. I challenge you if you find a prompt you particularly like to write a short story and share it with me or do the Writing prompt challenge as well! Tell your friends and...
