I lifted my head and looked upwards. Clouds of all shapes and sizes were congregating; showing entryways for nuances of light-grey and dark-grey and grey-grey all over the sky. And soon, towards me, a mizzling came tumbling down. And I let it. Droplets tinkled on my face in explosions of fertility, and the sound of…
An exercise on writing long sentences of narrative.
Short note on pleonasm, and easy exercise to check understanding.
Learn something new about prose in a short time
Victor Verdun is fifty years old. He sits at his desk, thinking and despondent.
Candles The sun rose over a dismal scene. As he lies there, quiet and unbreathing, it struck me how my brother could even in…
Astounding news!! And many more developments to come.