05.04
my friend sent me a course on short stories from her creative writing programme and i finally started looking at it. the first assignment was to write a short story using the words "coughing", "flattery" and "overgrown". i started writing something from the pov of a woman whose husband was dying. it was so depressing i had to stop. i also had no idea where i was going with it other than just writing depressing stuff about loss (i think i was kind of processing the loss of my cat last year).
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