Toes slicing through a blue highway constructed from forget-me-nots, a flare of summery wind collected Pia’s light, white, cotton dress and whisked it in a sea of rushing air. The clamorous flapping echoed across the large meadow bordered by forest, amplified by duplications of it among the nine g...
Grabbing another bottle, I began to pour a burgundy liquid into a deep glass. A yell, and I looked up, dazed. When I gazed back down, I saw that the wine has started to cascade from my glass onto a newly created pool at my feet. Slowly realizing this, I pointed the bottle up, and clumsily placed it ...
While writing, one tends to find the same tricks being said, from multiple resources. The Golden Rules of Writing are compiled in this essay, and if anyone wants to be a great writer, you’ve got to follow these.
Rule #1: No Clichés
Now, when one says no clichés, they aren’t saying, “n...