Bell sat on the wrought-iron bench, its cool surface pressing against her back as she leaned slightly forward, her fingers gripping the pencil like it was the only tether to her thoughts.
Wow, what a beautiful story!
Thanks so much!
"brief, beautiful, and leaving her wanting more."
This is literally how you write
The whole story makes my smile non-stop—even while editing. Something heartwarming to get us all through the winter.
Wow, what a beautiful story!
Thanks so much!
"brief, beautiful, and leaving her wanting more."
This is literally how you write
The whole story makes my smile non-stop—even while editing. Something heartwarming to get us all through the winter.