Sometimes the rain doesn’t just fall — it speaks softly, wrapping the world in a calm so deep, even the busiest thoughts pause to listen.
Tag: bored
Per My Last Sip
By cup four, Burt was in space, the chicken had wings, and I was sweating coffee. The story wrote itself. I just held on.
From Zog, To Blog
Have you ever wondered, about how to blog? My friend, look no further than a writer named Zog!
Bored and Rudderless
Today, I find myself entrenched in the mystical land of Absurdistan, where logic takes a vacation and laughter reigns supreme…
I Don’t Want to Write Today
In the dimly lit room, the blank screen of the laptop seemed to taunt me…
