Welcome. Anonymous Author holds a mirror to the face of humanity, asking what it really means to be human,
and in doing so blurs the line between what is good and bad writing.
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Effort.
She was emotionally spent mostly by the effort of self-improvement and simply snoozed the afternoon away. Breezes sighed through the rooms, the walls exhaled and relaxed, the house dreamed with her.
