Jim cracked his knuckles over his keyboard, ready to type his weekly flash fiction story. Trouble was, he had no idea for a topic. He thought of all the obvious ones--dragons, aliens, traveling, etc.--but they were all too predictable. He slammed his fist onto the desk, frustrated.
Then he took a deep breath. Writing brings calm. Writing is soothing. He closed his eyes, visualizing the words coming together on his computer screen and his fingers humming across the keyboard. Before long, his virtual story was complete.
Jim opened his eyes, his mind cleansed. Ideas were rampant. Story time!
Then he took a deep breath. Writing brings calm. Writing is soothing. He closed his eyes, visualizing the words coming together on his computer screen and his fingers humming across the keyboard. Before long, his virtual story was complete.
Jim opened his eyes, his mind cleansed. Ideas were rampant. Story time!
