I'm the new black, but in color and that color is all the words that come up from inside my head. Fact: This Blog is for me to feel like a real writer. It's just like the feeling that the characters from the movie "you got mail" felt when those words appeared on the screen, that's how I feel when I clicked on P.U.B.L.I.S.H.E.D. That's just a great feeling. I can't see myself no writing in the sense of forever. Writing is magic and when you read me becomes true and when you comment starts to scream. I just love it. A place to be, to let myself go.
In some cases a really short story can become a Story, a Novel, the Script for a Movie or into a Song. Really Short Stories like the following can become something else, something new, something to start working on, even if it is not you.
Michael has gotten his third story to read out loud, this time around he is not going to read too many words. He will do it on that place over there. Soon is going to be open.
Vikas is enjoying his time, his coffee time and suddenly out of the blue, this lady comes and winks at him. He notices her, he sees that she is all alone at her table or maybe, just maybe waiting for someone. He takes a chance, his friends tell him that he is crazy. At that time when he hears that, he turns and their eyes meet, yeah! She is calling for him to come. When he decides to do so, she stands up and goes towards the bathrom but her hand touches his hand and he feels a paper on his hand, a little note that says: “Next time, don’t think too much”