Talent hidden in my stories unwritten.

Writer's block:Frustration. Bestselling writer:Inspiration.

Pencil.Check.Paper.Check.Ideas.Uhhh….

We arrived in the parking lot twenty minutes pass the time I was supposed to be there. All thanks to the insane traffic of Atlanta, Georgia. The car came to a smooth halt inside a handicap parking space. My dad, Brandon, pulled out an old handicap tag from the passenger side compartment. The tag once belonged to my Grandpa Mike who recently stayed with us until my parents had grown tired of his midnight streaking through the neighborhood, and decided a nice retirement home would suit him best...

The night was young and the moon and stars lit up the sky. Auburn leaves rustled around outside in the courtyard. A cold autumn breeze flowed gently through the stain glass windows. Inside the room was filled with golden furniture that glittered in the candlelight. A little girl hummed quietly a lullaby while playing in her vanity mirror. A young woman who was probably in her early twenties entered the room. Her face went from calm to mortified when she saw what the child was doing. “Princes...

"Zita! Zita wake up! It 10:30 and you've got to be a the arena in less than an hour." I woke up to the sound of my moms voice and her shuffling around my room. I sat up in my wiped the crust from eyes. "What are you doing", I asked sleepily. "I'm trying to find your tassel. How could lose it Zita. You should have just left it on the cap", she said flustered. "Now go hurry and take a shower. Your dad's downstairs cooking breakfast and you can eat when you get out. I should be able to find your...