Luminescence 15
Her finger stopped,
“I don’t,” the words were forced and she knew it.
He
let out a low laugh, “Okay then,” he turned towards her until his face was
inches from hers. “Kiss me.”
A sea of forgotten blogs!
This is not the first time I've set out to write my blog... A blog. As a first post, they are often inflated dreams and ambitious desires and the world sits back looks at your post and lets out a gutsy breath of air. 'Not another one of those,' you might say. So I will keep it short with the complete knowledge that a first post is more for myself than anyone else and really, really, that's what writing should be about. We write for ourselves and if we are lucky enough to get paid for it then hey! It is five am here, Australasian Eastern time and I got kicked out of the bed by my nine month old baby who happened to throw up in it and on me. I laid down a towel over the spew and tried to go back to sleep, as many of you would have at 4 in the morning bu the leftovers from my cold came back to haunt me and my mind awoke with the words 'You could be writing.' 'Don't waste this time while the world sleeps, while you're husband and your baby lay passed o...
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