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The birds were singing in the trees. A lovely spot to sit and write. Tabitha was so glad that she had this little hideaway in the woods. A place where she was only surrounded by the sounds of nature and could shut the rest of the world out. A little, white bunny had been curiously looking at her a few moments ago, but he didn’t stay for long, before he scurried away to his hole in the ground.
What would she write today? Would it be a daring adventure or a simple story of two people in love and lost in time? Perhaps a mystery will abound, or maybe a comical story about a pair of clowns. Perhaps elves would even appear. A sentimental story she may choose to write, or maybe not a story at all, but a thought provoking piece that would stir people’s thoughts.
She glanced up to pour herself another cup of tea and saw a bushy tailed squirrel scampering up a tree.
She thought of some of the past stories she had written and a smile crept onto her face. Tabitha thought about some of her characters and how perhaps their names had been cleverly disguised.
That is part of the mystery and fun in writing, she thought. The writer never knows what may inspire them. Real people and real events that can be woven into a story with some dashes of creativity , and perhaps several large scoops of imagination. Mix in a generous portion of humor and depending on the story, sometimes an overflowing cup of heartfelt emotions. With all those ingredients a most unique recipe can be baked. One that at times may have a few missing ingredients or accidentally get some ingredients confused. A recipe that may not be perfect, but that can still be enjoyed by all for the unique, flavorful taste it brings.
One that hopefully leaves a sweet taste behind, never a sour one.
One that is meant for all to partake of and enjoy. For when enjoyed by others, it adds a delectable flavor.
Pouring herself another cup of tea, Tabitha now knew what to write. She smiled with a sigh of contentment and stared into the eyes of the deer, that was peeking out from around the tree.