Based On A True Story
I have nothing to write tonight, Melissah typed. She pressed enter and leaned back against her soft pillows while she stared at the blank word document.
In the background, her Adium window flashed. She clicked on it, bringing it to the front.
Write about me! Josh had written.
‘Yeah,’ she said out loud. ‘Because that worked last time.’
She typed: I can’t write about people.
He asked why; she didn’t tell him, opting to save herself some time but just writing a damn 100 word story about him.
But she really couldn’t write about people, and her 100 was lame.