Oh my gosh, how many times have I heard the advice "write like you speak"?(So many, that if I had a spoon for every time I heard it, I'd never run out of teaspoons again. What happens to teaspoons?
Staring in horror at the book in front of me, my heart stopped for a moment.Hell, the whole world stopped – and I wondered if it'd ever start up again.I could not believe what I was seeing: the table
Flamingo your writing by making me feel, see, smell, taste, and touch…Silence.Sudden silence.The kind of velvet silence that soaks up every whisper.The only sound in your head is the bass-beat of your