Creativity Brews

Telling stories is a passion of mine. Like art, fiction paints a tale with strokes of anger, sorrow, joy, and fear. My dream is to go big or to go home, but my skills are no where near where they need to be. Sometimes I have an entire novel length story roiling in my head, but I can't ever seem to craft that first sentence.
That's why I've begun this challenge.
Over the next 100 days I will be writing a flash fiction based on prompts or on my own whim. Each day I will limit myself to no more than 1500 words, but with a goal of 750-1,000.
Many people pursue their artistic passions through these challenges through painting, drawing, photography, or even reading a new book. I venture into the magical world of words where I can conjure emotions through letters and phrases. I will endeavor to bone the skill of telling a story in a breath so that I can begin weaving that novel.

Buckle up and enjoy the ride!

-Kevin

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