She looked at him, lovingly. Her eyes were a cool gray. Her skin a translucent white. Her hair like silver spiderwebs hung about her like curtains gently swaying before an open window on an autumn afternoon. No one could see her. But she could see them. She smiled, sadly. He was a young man with a handsome face. His chin …
Help Me Write A Book! {Consider it an Inspiration Donation}
I am writing a rather unusual book. It’s a collection of short stories written from the perspective of inanimate objects. I’ve already got a handful written … One is a tree, another an old house, another a shadow … Here’s where you come in: Think up an object and suggest it in the comments below or on my Facebook page. …