Hollywood blockbuster movie beat all time records. The screenwriter was inspired by a guy who put his thoughts in two sentences.
Staring at my plate, waiting for inspiration.
I know – a story about … plates.
The leather harness securely fastened the wailing toddler to the wrought iron headboard, punishment for an incomprehensible misdeed or assertion of will. Then she saw the tree beyond the window, and time and tears stood still.
Walking into the kitchen today I had a flash of blinding inspiration.
I’m not sure the inspiration – we’re all fucked – was worth my vision.
The sea was dishearteningly calm today.
She didn’t belch even one poet.