Melliflous

To say that I planned the word would be a lie, it flowed to me, sweet like honey and stuck in the cobwebs of my mind, to be set free and wander into yours.

So as you pick up the pen that sits on your desk, flat, dull and lifeless, consider how you could weave your story around the mundane stuff that happened yesterday, knitting your dreams into the suit of your story.

Take a section of your day, look at the words, sentences, structure, what people were saying, what happened, how will you lull your readers down your meandering path?

Unravel  the knit and deconstruct the pattern, as you put pen to paper and tell each short story, uniting it the next, leading the reader cunningly onwards towards the conclusion, last sentence, last word, panting for more.

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