astralei

I feel as if my creativity has been personally drained out of my veins.

astralei

Here's a little preview to a new story I'm working on:
          "He grabbed my hand and all I felt was sandpaper. Sandpaper against my silk skin and it hurt, but I loved the hurt. Even if it cut me and left me raw, I loved the feeling of his sandpaper palm against me."

astralei

I've decided to start reading more. I've made a list if books I hope to accomplish before the end of this upcoming summer. I've missed the feeling of a book in my hands and I want to substantially expand my vocabulary.