“Her heart plopped into the lake as she stared at the ripples that were already there.” She wrote in the first page, trying to write a masterpiece, an art. But as she stared at the words she realized it was a feeling more made up, a story not meant to be, a character forced to exist and a plot she didn’t even think once properly.
“The stone plopped into the lake as she stared at the ripples that were already there.” she wrote now after deleting the previous line, in hopes of finding meaning.
“She threw away the ring into the lake, which dived in with a soft plop, in hopes of the memorie..” ughh, the burden of cliché.
She had been writing to please the readers for so long she had forgotten how she loved to write before. The innocence was lost somewhere amidst the complicated words and illogical wordplay. So she finally found her line.
“She dived into the rich, thick and delicious chocolate lake with a big splash and as she swam she found small round pieces of chocolate with colors on their surface floating on the lake. She would have never believed the land actually exists but now that she was in it she had to. But they all had told her the catch before she went in, she had to brush twice a day or the evil plague would get to her before she can say ‘candy’………. “
“Writer gave up her career in the mainstream writers’ world to become the storyteller for children all over the globe.” Read the newspapers few years later.