Feeing like a battered puppet, I became timid to create new friendships for the fear of the attachment of strings. Allowing the past to cloud my present and future relationships was doing more harm than good, but I was lucky enough
Sweaty palms, dry throat closing up, feeling boxed into a corner, in the spotlight while standing in the shadows. The pressure is on and my livelihood weighs in the balance. I need to make a move. I need to make it now.
Loud neighbors, excitement from the streets, gossiping co-workers who refuse to tap into their cubicle voice, fellow train riders who never connected with their inner voice…
When the story is spun with such delicate detail and finely aged suspense, the ultimate high is a climax that leaves a reader wanting for more. Be it music, films, books, the ability to build suspense does not come easy for most who create the production and it shows when the height of climax is missed.