The Painter

Marsha steadily typed her way through the morning. She kept glancing over at the clock wondering when Mr. Danvers would arrive. She hoped he wouldn’t. All it took was him entering the office to make time feel as of it slowed to a crawl. For thirteen years she worked as executive assistant to the vice … More The Painter

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I’m planning on using this as a means to increase my writing output and hopefully get some feedback. I have one short story that I am half way finished with and with any luck that will go up tomorrow.