Via the Word of The Day Challenge
Hiding in the trees was my childhood home and if I was needed you could find me there.When the bells rang that day, I ignored the eerie sound of the somber moment.
Not until I realized that the town was on fire did I feel uneasy. The torches of crazed men were setting everything in sight ablaze. The reckless marching continued to get closer. But marching towards what? The smoke tried to blind me but I wished it away. And when it cleared, I could see what they wanted. They wanted me. I was about to be completely surrounded by a fiery mob and I didn’t stir until they had closed in.
Then a soft clicking noise was heard before I snapped my fingers and vanished.
And like a celebrity, I'm just like everyone else...
I hope my readers will find my blog relatable to the idiosyncrasies , craziness and flaws that we all have. If you are perfect, I'm sorry and congratulations .This might not be the feeble attempt at a blog for you .PLEASE email me and give me your secret. It will save me a lot writing .
I just read a piece about how my authors “ about me “page is probably boring everyone to death. I apologize but my first claim to fame was in Eighth grade when one of my teachers read a story I had written to the class. I don’t remember what exactly it was about but the first sentence was “Coma. Unconscious. “.
You see where I am going with this. I was an instant star and most likely to write a book .