You've all heard "go out of your comfort zone."
But you've probably also heard "write what you know."
So which is it?
Well, maybe it's both.
There are parts of you that are reserved,
but there are other parts of you that are pretty far out there.
Tap into your adventurous side.
Find your inner Wild Thing.
Dust out those corners of your mind that might just be hiding a masterpiece.
I had this idea a good while ago for what I thought was going to be a book.
When I finally got around to acting on it, I decided it would work better as a short story, and I decided to go a bit darker/different than I had originally planned.
I was looking over it today, and I honestly really like it!
It's different, but it's also me.
Without further ado, the first few paragraphs of my short story, "Sawyer and the Reaper."
The first time I saw death was when a coyote slipped through our paddock fence. It was awful. All that beautiful cream wool stained red. I didn’t know blood was so brightly red. And there was the newest lamb, born just a month before, his little legs tangled and his eyes cloudy but empty.
I remember wanting to bury my face in my Daddy’s shirt, but something kept me staring, kept me looking at death. Even though I was six years old, and often reminding Daddy I was too big to be held, he picked me up anyway, knowing somehow that I had to cling to his neck and breathe in his smell of dirt and sweat and flapjacks.
I’m nine now. I’ve seen death a few more times since then, but every time I get that same cold weight in my stomach, like the ice that freezes the gates shut in the winter.
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