Air

by TatianaMik

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She always wanted to write It was a dark and stormy night. But this was not what she had planned. She had a nice thunderstorm brewing, but her muse had abandoned her before she could write the first line.

The air pressed in around her. It wasn’t raining yet. It would be just a few minutes, but it wasn’t there just yet. Just the thick heavy air smothering her muse.

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  1. Air

    THX 0477's Buddy Icon THX 0477

    Posted 5 months ago

    Nice job taking the picture and making it metaphorical for writer’s block…assuming I understood your point or intention clearly, which I don’t always do.

  2. Air

    TatianaMik's Buddy Icon TatianaMik

    Posted 3 months ago

    My muse just ran with the story that came out. I didn’t really have an intention of the story.

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