I was going through some old things and came across a folder that contained about 10 years of my writings.
Since writing is my form of creative self-expression, I thought I might jot some of my past writings down here to hopefully inspire me to write more.
I will start with this one as it is the only one I have ever had published:
Invisibly, the silver strings stretch
across the doorway, carefully
placed to trap the unwary prey.
High in the corner, the unobtrusive
spider patiently waits. Meticulously
planned, the soft yet sticky silk
seduces the oblivious fly into its
sensuous display of perfect intentions.
Written in July 1992 by Sue
Since writing is my form of creative self-expression, I thought I might jot some of my past writings down here to hopefully inspire me to write more.
I will start with this one as it is the only one I have ever had published:
Invisibly, the silver strings stretch
across the doorway, carefully
placed to trap the unwary prey.
High in the corner, the unobtrusive
spider patiently waits. Meticulously
planned, the soft yet sticky silk
seduces the oblivious fly into its
sensuous display of perfect intentions.
Written in July 1992 by Sue
