A creative outlet in an attempt to write well. Read and Write by Example. Sunday, December 14, 2008. Freezing air hits my skin as turn over and burrow under the covers. The power, and in turn the heat, have been out for two days. My head hurts because my asthma is acting up. The love of my life is fairing no better. Neither us wants to get up and yet we both want to leave our new home as soon as possible. I immediately slump to the floor of t.

A glass of pinot grigio, please. Alarmed at the disarray, he laid his arms bare across the table. In a great sweeping motion the dishes crashed to the ground. A slow breath crept through her apathetic lips as she limped off the table. Sometimes quick and dirty is all there is. He raised his arm and began to squeeze on the trigger. He quickly reached up her tight blouse and nudging his thumbs und.