A Cure for Writer's Block™

What is the one thing you would say if you knew you could delete it instantly?

In the past, we used to write down our thoughts in journals or diaries. These days, we express our feelings one at a time, posting them to our social media followers.

They may not care about the fact that I got cut off in traffic or the other things in life that bother me.

They may not care about my successes. Look at me - I wrote something! I got into the ring and announced a wrestling show!

What about the thoughts we dare...

Her home lay behind her. And the aurora ahead. It would be cooler in the north, as it was in the far south. She could wear a sweater again. Be invisible again. Her body unscrutinized.

She leaned down the slope into the first valley of the first range of mountains. She took her first step towards solitude.

Three valleys later, a plain spread before her. She saw a river, so many trees, and... smoke.

She crept to the edge of the clearing, peered towards the village. Perhaps she wasn't the most original, the cleverest, but perhaps also she would feel...

Trudging through the snow, I saw something move on the path ahead of me.

It was ... a cat!

A white cat. I could barely see it in the snow. How did it get here?

I scooped him up and brought him home. We didn't have any cat food, of course, as we had never owned a pet of any kind.

Maybe he would like a bowl of milk. He sure did! He lapped it up eagerly.

"It looks like we have a cat now," I announced. "What are we going to name him? How about Fireball?"

The girls laughed....

Oh no, she's awake!

The kids scattered and ran back to bed, pretending to be asleep. Their plan to sneak downstairs to peek at their Christmas presents had been foiled.

Instead, they had to wait two more hours until Mom woke them up. What could they do?

"Let's sing Christmas carols!" Judy suggested.

"It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas ..." the kids sang.

Mom poked her head in and kids stopped.

"Everywhere you go ..."

Mom poked her head in again and started laughing.

"Are you ready for Christmas?"

"YEAH!"

"Well, it's not time yet. Go back to...

Gradually, Houdini slipped out of his handcuffs. He unshackled his legs and wriggled out of his straitjacket. He was almost free.

The tank was filling with water, but he didn't panic. All he had to do break the glass, but he couldn't find the little hammer that he usually used. It was floating around in the water, and he couldn't reach it.

Houdini was going to have to use a skill he had never used before.

He took a deep breath and sang the highest note that he could.

"LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

The glass shattered and water poured out.

Houdini emerged on...