Writing of the Week

Two Men

There were once two men. Each man held a mirror to himself. Each man saw a ravenous beast staring back at him.

The first man was looking at himself because he fancied himself a man.

The second man only looked at what he feared himself to be, and kept that image in his mind as he went about his day.


Each week, to keep the creative juices flowing, I will write something (who knows what?). It will probably be a draft and require some additional love, so please be forgiving. I invite you to join me on this journey. I will try to publish something every Monday.

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