Be not proud, Sun and Moon! Artificial moons dot the night sky.
The writers’ block hits me at this point. How do I take it ahead?
I feel a shadow hovering over me, shifting shapes. I let her out of the balcony door, and write …
A troubled soul on moonless nights…
The story starts ….
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Sounds like your muse is of the feline variety. 😉 Nice tale Reena. 🙂
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Feline and canine varieties will always inspire me 😀 Thanks!
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Well done!
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Thanks!
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Very nice 💜
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Thanks!
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