It's that time of month again, kids. What are your most interesting (or most suspect) searches for the sake of writing? Here are some of mine.
Umi caressed the careful stitching of petals in his fingers. Would life have felt like pink embroidery if he’d gone the path meant for him? For her, he denied. Not me. Yet here he sat in the priestess’s tower.
Writing is a business fraught with the potential danger of the FBI busting down your door. You'd be amazed how much obscure garbage the creative process can't do without. Here are some of the (un)usual suspects, straight out of my search history: