S. T. Fleming

Language. Education. Literacy. Creation.

Dreams of Writing

Creativity comes in odd forms late at night on Halloween.  Wishes and hopes and dreams and fears.  We remember not to believe everything we read and take with a grain of salt that which is not supported.  We shake a good belly laugh and try to believe…because we want to.

The broken window and the thieves who came in to steal the broken heart.

The missing money that was later found painted orange down by the lake, not quite frozen.

NaNoWriMo and writing ideas that flow and laugh and get stuck in the drain.  I will try to write more frequently but remember the power of fiction and the poetry in a good night kiss.  

Let’s write!

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