Storygram #180
It was one of those mornings. The world was frozen at a standstill, where even the air itself didn’t dare to move. Not a single bird or forest critter stirred, and a thick fog rolled over on the land in its slumber. Total stillness.
Storygram #151
Bananas were her favorite fruit because she had grown up being told to eat one every day, which she did. At the grocery store she frequented, they always had great bananas. She would take her time deciding on just the right bunch to bring home.
Storygram #112
To some, they had a boring life full of predictability and mundane activity, but they didn’t see it that way. To them, every day was an adventure into the heart of the other, an exploration into a sea of the infinite responses of love.
How To Start Writing
Two main ingredients. That’s it. If you’re determined to be a writer, these two things are all you need to get started.
Storygram #6
He ran the same route every day. He used the same bowl for breakfast. He wore the same shirt to work. His friends said he would lose his mind if he didn’t allow for some variety.