It's getting cold.
Alfred's pee-wee is getting cold.
I woke up at 4 am.
During that time, I found myself in a position of an overgrown fetus. That's how cold it was. I ended up watching family feud until 7:30 am and then fell asleep.
Prompts!
I made writing prompts. I have two so far.
Now, I usually write my prompts on paper and it'll look like—
Ex:
Arthur X Luciana
Cold Hands
—Luciana visits Arthur
–Arthur's sick
—Arthur's cheeks are hot
—Luciana's hands are cold
—Fluffy Moments
Now, I understand this because I have this in my head. This is just notes of what I have to do—what's important. And then I have to make the story which is a hundred times more detailed then this.
YOU ARE READING
⊱ The Beauty Of Words 2 ‖ S + MB ⊰
HumorAs the bell started to ring its deafening sound, a girl, merely looked up from her book. Her eyes glancing at the retreating students, glasses about to fall if it were not for her pushing the frames back in place. ━ Slamming the book as if something...
