I sit here pen in hand, trying so desperately to write. It's been so long since I've written anything. Ever since I fell in love, I stopped writing. I guess it was the loneliness that brought out the depth in me.


Night poured on the house and the rain battered the rooftop. She curled up in her bed, under the withered blankets. The power had gone out. She waited for her lover to come. She waited so long...