Fiction Writing

Hello reader. Today, I am sitting in my chair outside in the sun; it is 7:45 in the morning. What a lovely time of day. The birds are as loud as always, and the air smells like the sweetest mix of dewy rose petals and fresh earth. I have a cup of coffee on the […]

I am a tree. My home is an evergreen rainforest surrounded by the sea. My life started on a warm sunny day. I started in the wind; at least a part of me did. The seeds that were dispersed from my mother were my brothers and sisters, scattered everywhere. I watched them drop; some flew.