A sunday afternoon, January 1stA Story by EliseI wouldn't call these stories, I'm not sure what I'd call them. I have a book called the writers book of days, every day it gives you a different topic. So here is the first of many short pieces.
Glassy eyes glued to a barrage of images, pancaked in my bed I shift uncomfortably, a parade of thoughts, things undone wafting endlessly over me. A failed attempt to rise, to not procrastinate. Blankets pulled up higher, volume turned up. Thoughts drowned, glassy eyed I stare.
© 2016 EliseAuthor's Note
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Added on January 16, 2016 Last Updated on January 16, 2016 AuthorEliseAdelaide, AustraliaAboutMy name's Elise, I'm 27 and I live in South Australia, I haven't written anything in a really long time but I'm hoping be it this year, next year or however long it takes I can escape back into my own.. more..Writing
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