Sunday, 11 December 2011

Writing a short story

Here is the opening lines of a short story that I'm writing at the moment.

I really hate the tube, fully jammed packed like sardines, moving through a tube underground. For me everyone around me seems to be screaming, I try to tune out. But I still hear all their thoughts, when someone brushes against me I pick up on what is going inside their hearts.
I will post the rest later as I write the first draft

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