Back in her private chambers it took a long time for Lysandra’s tears to stop flowing. Sitting on the end of the bed, Kaylah held up a mirror to her. There were streaks all over her face.
The Moving Pen
We are a group of early writers who met at the Writer's Studio in Bronte, NSW (Australia) and want to showcase our creativity for the public to enjoy. Each of us has committed to producing a short story each month - that's roughly 4 or 5 stories each month.
So sign up for a monthly read and enjoy!