She had been working all morning. Well, it really wasn’t work. But it was. It was passion-filled work. She was quite fortunate. She had a great opportunity in life to receive visions and make them come to life.
She couldn’t sleep all night so she toiled and breathed and sculpted. In and out she she took in the electricity in the air. And, it came out through her hands.

She finished her last etching. And was very pleased. She picked herself up and looked around. She took one tool and then walked away. She left with a smile and never returned.
Categories: Psychology, writing prompt





Superbe …!!!
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