Collaborative Writing for Fun

Remember those campfire stories, where one person starts: “It was a dark, chilly night…” The next person adds something new: “…when Peter found himself lost in the spooky woods…” And someone else pipes up: “…where the sudden hoot of an owl startled him, and…” “…he tripped, and rolled to the bottom of the ravine…” “…and Read More …

And Then, One Day, They Just Stopped Growing…

The first thing I noticed was the ridges. Vertical lines, from the base of my fingernails to the tips. A bit like the grooves on a vinyl record – nothing too deep or obvious. My nails had always been pliable, bendable, more likely to tear like paper than to break or snap. That had changed; Read More …