The rain came without warning, and my mascara ran like a black river down my cheeks. I didn't have an umbrella or a tissue handy to cover up the hideous look that I portrayed. Here I stood with matted hair, drenched to the bone, standing on the street as cars whizzed past me. The fact that no one stopped didn't seem to bother me. I splashed around and made the most of this unexpected twist that had come by and turned around my perfectly planned day into my most liberating memory.
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Mundane Musings of a Misunderstood Mind
Non-FictionAs the name suggests, these are snippets of the things that play on the author's mind; whether it is an oddity of society or a thought that randomly lingers a little longer than usual. You can call it creative writing, philosophy, lessons, musings o...
