05OCT19
(12 minutes)
Nike stood in the doorway of her new place. One room with a kitchenette and a bathroom with a shower, no tub. It wasn't much but it was hers. Her first-place ever! Dropping her book bag on the floor by the door she observed her domain, thread bare carpet, stained formica countertop, and one tint window. Nike had seen allies that where better kept than this place, but, to have a place that was all hers madit all better than Buckingham Palace. 'I'm going to need a bed, ' she thought, 'and pans, dishes, utensils, soap, a shower curtain, pillows and blankets.' digging for her wallet she counted $8.50.
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Ink Joy
RandomHey, y'all it's your fabulous author here, Bluestonegirl47. Ink joy is the name of the writing group that I'm a part of and we do these exercises that result in some great writing. The first one is timed writing where we are given a concept like ne...
