By Shinedip Kundlas
Volume 3 Issue 1
November 7, 2022
Image provided by Adobe
I sat at my desk with no thoughts in my mind. Completely blank.
I closed my eyes and began to zoom out of the reality we live in.
Soon I took off into a whole different world.
A world is full of words, characters, forests, homes, and songs.
I jumped into a soft pillow-like cushion made out of the softest cashmere.
Before my eyes, a book landed on top of my lap. The old pages were torn and looked as if they'd been handed down for years.
I began flipping through the dusty pages. Words flying all around me.
A flashing light beholds my eyes.
I suddenly opened my eyes. My eyes fluttered shut again hoping to go back to the world I was just in.
I opened my eyes and looked at my screen.
And began typing.
Words came, and stories flew in from the window. In a flurry, I typed and typed.
Words soon became sentences. Sentences soon became paragraphs. Paragraphs become stories. Stories became a light.