A
Writer's Hunger
It
was a hot Summer day “No...
no that isn't right.” the frustrated writer, known as Io spoke, as
he was struggling to find the words to his story. “There has to be
some way to start this one off.”Crumpling up the paper from
his notebook, he moved on to the next page. Sitting about, he was
thinking of the opening words, to which he thought he had a great
idea, until... *Groooowwwlllll*“This again?” he
mumbled, as he graced his hand across his flat empty stomach.