Two night owls- Short story

A fabulous read with my tea – thank you

The Darkest Fairytale

The night had started bleak. I was tossing and turning and counting the sheep. This wasn’t the first time, nor the last. The clock struck midnight and time was passing fast. “A cup of tea,” of course. I knew the caffeine wouldn’t help. Inside, I was screaming, but all I could do was let out a welp. You see, night times were the times of inspiration and promise. The stars were shining, and at this time of night, my emotions were the most honest. I decided to give up and accept creative defeat. The barn was calling me, and I had a painting to complete. I climbed into my slippers and rolled on my dressing gown and headed next door, to a place where I expressed all my ups and downs. I tied my long blonde hair into a bun and set out on my way for some creative fun.

View original post 729 more words

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s