You ever finish writing a piece and look at it, like really look at it, and you feel like something's missing? Like some vital piece of the work that would really make it shine just isn't there? Like the piece is just words on a page with no meaning, emotion, or passion? Yeah, I've been … Continue reading That extra “umph” in Writing
It all started with a whisper in the night, The curtains flapping in the wind, the velvet shining in the moonlight. The being came in Soundlessly and glided to the woman’s bed, She slept peacefully.
Kalip looked around but didn’t see her, couldn’t see her. She’d just vanished from this plane of existence without a trace. A speck of dust gone with the wind. Kalip was bewildered, shocked, but most of all, he was afraid.