Every day I will write the very beginning of a story, a paragraph or a whole page, without worrying about where it might lead. "Nulla dies sine linea," I hope!
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
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In the warm blackness of the evening, the street was oddly quiet. Distantly, a car hummed, but the nearest few blocks were empty of vehicles, people, animals, and even wind. It was still and motionless, like an abandoned movie set.
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