He carefully read the submission guidelines. It seemed simple enough. Write a story using precisely one hundred words. Check for spelling, grammar, and typos. He could do that.
He read many of the stories posted by others. Some were funny. Some not. Some tragic. Many with hope, or good tidings, or themes of romance. They covered everything, and they came from all over the globe. He read the comments posted by readers who were cordial and supportive as if they were best friends.
He read through the biographies from A to Z. It was a community. He found a home.
He read many of the stories posted by others. Some were funny. Some not. Some tragic. Many with hope, or good tidings, or themes of romance. They covered everything, and they came from all over the globe. He read the comments posted by readers who were cordial and supportive as if they were best friends.
He read through the biographies from A to Z. It was a community. He found a home.
