Words created can be a nugget of information. Sometimes cheap, derogatory or a source of transformation.
In the mind of a lyricist, weaving of words is an art, In the mind of a plagiarist, evil grins and contempt resides in his heart.
The magic pen started to write on its own,
Writing block, and blank pages. Aaahh! No more!
The heroes, fairies and monsters came to life.
In the fountain of my imagination, Romeo and Juliet, I brilliantly craft.
It has been 6 months when she was confined in the hospital. I was driving the car, when a deer suddenly crossed at the center of the highway. I was shocked so I took a sudden right turn. Unfortunately, a black SUV came rushing at our side, hitting directly the passenger seat where she was sitting. I will never forget how devastated she looked as the blood flowed down her head. I passed out, and saw myself lying at the hospital bed the next day.
“Honey, Belinda, where are you?” I cried out the moment I realized I was lying on the hospital bed.
“Morgan, stay calm.” Rod is hugging me.
“Rod, where is Belinda? I need to see her. I want to see her,” looking helpless to him as tears are flowing on my temple. “Please!”