Christopher Stocking

Gina was beautiful like a sunset. You see it and you think of how beautiful it is, and then it__ over and you move on. But Trista was beautiful like a song. The kind of song you play over and over and never get sick of hearing. The kind of song he wanted to write for her, but he knew he would never be able to string together the right combination of notes to show her how he really felt.

I thought about writing the character as male, but then I would be forced to portray him as a woman in a man's body.

Nothing makes a person desire improvement like failure

To become better writers we must become the best thieves and liars in the business. We slink around the pages of everyone else__ work and shove it into our pockets. Then we run home and try to make it our own.