This tumblog began as a creative attempt at curing writers block. It was a fairly simple idea; I would submit one piece of creative writing each day regardless of quality or length. I managed to keep this up for 90 consecutive days before my day job and the general clutter of life got in the way... enjoy!
Any questions or comments are more than welcome. Thanks for reading! - Cassi HuttonShe spent the day feeling imaginary. As though she was something less tangible than mist. Less memorable than the air or electricity. Those things would at least leave an impression. Damp skin, cool breeze, a sharp, hot shock.
But she left nothing. Not even a sense of absence.
Her heart was a void, and she had slowly collapsed into it until there was nothing left.
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