My creativity is strange. It works in spikes. One moment I have no motivation, and just drag myself along through life, but the next I'm bounding off the walls with ideas, creativity, and enthusiasm. However, these spikes are far apart, which is why I have so many books that are so short and unfinished. Because every...
I held the rock in my hand; loosely. It slid down to the tip of my fingers. 11:08, I had two minutes left, everything was set up and every one was in there places. I pulled my hand up to my face, I examined it very closely noticing each and every curve and edge. 11:09, 1 minute left, 1 last minute to be a nobody, an...
