Emily Dove sits across from me as she stares off into space, away with the fairies. She is not one for talking, in fact she is more of a listener and I know it will be hard to get her to open up to me, tell me about herself.
“It’s called Project Echo. We’re a top secret, select group of special people and we’ve been monitoring you.” I had noticed that his dark hands were black with what looked like dirt and a damp earthy smell lingered in the air. I could distinctly remember the feel of the table under my fingertips, the oakContinue reading “Writing Prompt #7”
The other night I laid awake, not able to sleep, my mind active with wild and intricate ideas. It was peacefully frustrating as I knew I had work in the morning and how tired I’d be if I only managed to get an hour of kip.