W is For Writing

You can go through life asleep sometimes, blissfully unconscious of reality.

Harriet sat quietly on the dock, dangling her toes in the cool, murky water.

Drew was a contradiction of a man. On the outside, he was all darkness and leather machismo.

This story was written for an NPR 3 minute story contest. The idea was to write a story that could be read on air in 3 minutes or less. It was never submitted.

This story was written for submission to an anthology of stories that all had to be written based on the line "No Visitors Beyond This Point". It was not selected for inclusion.

I The heavy rain of the previous week had softened the earth beside the road considerably.

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