I’ve finally made it to the end of my art project.
I’ve written a short story every day for the month of October. Horror-themed, of course. Any stream-of-conscious tale that struck my fancy was valid during this exercise.
The only proviso was that I was bound to exactly one hundred words per story.
Sometimes it felt like I was in a straitjacket. Other times I felt like a surgeon, carefully removing any unnecessary words, being careful to not disturb a phrase.
Well, it’s now time to end it all.
The bath is warm and the razor has done its job.